After studying the group for a second, Bruce didn't recognize any sign of a real threat in them. Those people looked like ordinary citizens who had been forced to fight to survive; some of them were even trembling while holding their guns. He could also see the apprehension in their eyes, so Bruce felt that his judgment was pretty accurate.
"Let's not be hasty," Bruce said. "I don't know why you guys are pointing those at me, but I'm not an enemy. I mean no harm. So, let's put those down before someone gets hurt."
"If you are not an enemy, why did you stop here?" The redhead suddenly appeared from behind that group. "Why did you stop here?"
"It is none of your business," Bruce said.
"I think it is," The redhead frowned. "You are in front of my destroyed house, after all."
