"No, you must accept it."
The captain of the Prosperous Riches Mercenary Group was a man in his early thirties who had a black goatee.
He sincerely handed that small bag to Qiao Mu again and explained earnestly, "If Miss hadn't extended a helping hand, all of us here would have already died."
"This is only a tiny token of gratitude from our Prosperous Riches Mercenary Group. Please do not reject it in distaste."
"There is not much, only a small bag of ordinary food. Please do not decline it anymore, Miss."
Seeing the leader's sincerity, Qiao Mu nodded and accepted the small bag he handed over.
By this time, wails were ringing throughout the mountain path.
The entire caravan had suffered quite a number of casualties from the attack just now.
