Seeing that they didn't reply, a tall, strong man leading the group waved his knife and said loudly, "Where do you come from? Do you have the pass?"
"Pass?" Lonemoon was stunned. So it wasn't a robbery. He hurried to change into a professional, business-like smile. "Big Brother, we…"
"Who is your big brother!" That man interrupted him directly, and his look grew even more cautious. "Don't talk nonsense, produce your pass immediately, or don't blame us for not being merciful!"
"…" Lonemoon fell silent. This was his first failure ever in negotiation. Just as he was thinking what that pass looked like and whether he should directly make one with a spell for them to see…
"Hurry up!" Another younger man at the side urged them. He gave Shen Ying, who was closest to them, a look. "Pass!"
"I have none." Shen Ying's head tilted, but she turned a hand and handed over a fruit. "You want fruit?"
