No matter what, at least during negotiations, both parties were seated.
The elder picked up his rifle, which Li Yang retrieved for him, and then the old man sat on the ground with his legs crossed, leaning against a stone, with his left arm holding his Mosin-Nagant and his right arm limply hanging down.
The elder was looking at Gao Yuan, and Gao Yuan's eyes had also never left the elder.
Gao Yuan didn't want the elder to regain the capability to threaten him, but fortunately, Li Yang, expressing goodwill, had picked up the rifle. However, he had removed the bullets from the magazine, so Gao Yuan didn't have to worry about his safety unless the elder reloaded.
But with the elder holding a gun, Gao Yuan still felt uneasy.
Whitebeard was sitting on a rock, his expression rather calm, but he couldn't take his eyes off Gao Yuan.
Whitebeard was very calm. He understood that he didn't have the upper hand, but he had no intention of yielding.
