"Ruda, there's someone there."
Hearing this, Ruda immediately loaded the wooden handgun ready to kill that person.
However, in the next second, a strange glint flashed in his eyes and he put down his weapon. "Go and get that person."
With that said…
Soon, someone pushed a young boy who was only wearing pants over.
"Who are you?"
Ruda asked in the local language with an accent.
On the other hand, the boy probably did not expect to bump into a few people holding wooden guns. His expression did not look too good and he did not speak.
"Speak!"
Another team member beside him immediately pointed a dagger at his throat.
"Don't touch him."
Ruda said in a low voice.
"Ruda, you…"
That person wanted to say something but hesitated.
Ruda glanced at him calmly. "As long as he's here, our chances of winning will be higher."
Hearing this.
Everyone instantly understood.
