Ren Xiaosu stood still and watched as the bandits approached. The leader of the group was Zhang Yiheng, the same person he had let go earlier today.
Zhang Yiheng shouted from afar, "Boss, don't shoot. It's me!"
Yang Xiaojin lay prone on a mound and scrutinized the subtle movements of these people using her scope to prevent anyone from sneaking an attack on Ren Xiaosu.
However, she realized these people were not at all aggressive. Their guns were slung across their chests and the safeties weren't even off.
Furthermore, these people were really here to join them. They not only brought along all of their firearms and ammunition from their mountain hideout, but were carrying their own ragged bedrolls along as well.
The bandits looked rather fierce as they rode on their muscular motorcycles. And they had their tattered blankets wrapped around their backs...
The sight really could not get any stranger than this...
