He waited for him to pull out his gun before pulling the trigger. Considering that his opponent might be a good guy, the first shot only served as a warning. The bullet hit the gun in the man’s hand accurately, forcing him to drop it.

“Oh-oh, relax, friend, I am a marshal, and I have no malicious intent towards you.” The man pulled the rein and stopped his horse from moving forward. Zhang Heng was impressed by his equestrianism.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Marshal?” Zhang Heng was calm when he talked to him. However, he did not put away the gun in his hand.

The bailiff understood why Zhang Heng was so vigilant. He, too, would have drawn his gun before he talked. In this wilderness, one could never be too careful. Zhang Heng did nothing wrong there.

He raised both his hands and to tell Zhang Heng that he had no intention to hurt him. He then brought his horse closer to the bonfire. And he finally had a clear look at Zhang Heng’s appearance. He was taken aback, “Are you an Indian?”