Unexpectedly, they could also speak English. Of course, it made it easier for Seth and Zico to ask the two many questions.
With the rifle still pointed forward, Seth slowly walked towards the two with a high sense of caution. If Seth looked carefully, what the two people were wearing was the type of equipment commonly used by rookies.
They both spontaneously raised their hands up, frightened with pale faces. They certainly had no idea who Seth and Zico were, especially after they held rifles.
"Who are you guys? Why are you in my house?" asked a man, his voice shaking with shock.
"We're just common survivors looking for a place to rest. Who are you? Why do you address this house as your home?" asked Seth sternly.
The two people began to look at each other. The woman nodded while keeping her hands up, of course, to keep Seth from suspecting them.
"This is indeed my home. I live here with my sister," the man added.
