"Lend me the binoculars."
After the young man expressed his opinion, Zhou Chen borrowed the binoculars and observed it for a while.
He realized that the native living area looked rather rough. There was a large iron fence surrounding it, and in the middle were some houses built messily. Some were made of iron sheets, some were made of wood, and some were modified containers. At the gate in the middle of the iron fence, two white men in tattered clothes were holding rifles and smoking while chatting. Occasionally, they would glance at Zhou Chen's direction.
"I'll go talk to them." After observing, Zhou Chen returned the binoculars to the young man and prepared to go over.
"It might be better to look for a chance to climb over the fence and enter. If their attitude is unfriendly, you will be in danger," the young man frowned slightly and expressed his objection.
"It's okay. I'll be careful," Zhou Chen did not care too much and walked straight over.
