The town of Hasso was silent late at night, with the occasional passerby's figure reflected alone on the gravel road under the dim street lights. In the dark distance, there was the faint sound of dogs barking.
The nights on the plateau are extremely cold, and since this is the only town within a few hundred miles, the only street in this town becomes even more deserted.
A figure wrapped in a dirty Tibetan robe cautiously walked about ten meters away. In the darkness beyond the faint halo of the next streetlight, he was thrown to the ground by several black figures. The sound of fighting and hoarse cries for help suddenly rang out in the dead town, mixed with the sounds of beads scattering and cloth breaking. However, none of this could wake up the sleeping town. Except for a few startling dog barks, the surroundings were still silent, watching all this with cold eyes.
Just as the Tibetan who was pressed to the ground could see clearly the sharp knife in the hands of the masked robber through the blood dripping from his face, another strange sound came to his ears——
It was the unhurried and continuous sound of leather boots on the stone pavement.
The robbers paused their violent movements, and one of them held down the Tibetan, while the other quietly and quickly searched for possible belongings in the Tibetan robe; the remaining one, holding a scimitar that reflected the bright light under the moonlight, slowly walked towards the front where the sound came from.
The moon is a little brighter tonight, the thief with the knife thought. The moonlight with a faint snowy color shone on his body, making him feel nervous even though his face was covered.
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