Next to the pitch-black campsite, a bizarre scene appeared.
A group of people with all sorts of injuries appeared to be in a state of shock under the dim light and the chilly wind in the wilderness. They were all very enthusiastic and even excitedly surrounded Lu Xin as they made their way to the tent in the distance.
Along the way, Lu Xin saw traces of intense fighting and bloodstains everywhere.
Even the tent was covered in blood, with some broken limbs and pieces of flesh scattered around.
"Mr. Shan Bing, please have a seat."
The team leader wanted to invite Lu Xin into the tent, but Lu Xin rejected him with a smile.
Thus, he diligently took out a canvas portable seat and placed it outside Lu Xin's tent.
A broken hand was thrown under the chair.
Lu Xin glanced at it and kicked it aside without saying a word.
Lu Xin was surrounded by a group of people after he sat down.
