Upon seeing the soldiers, expressions of distress and dismay immediately crossed the faces of the three wasteland dwellers, who started to curse softly.
To call them soldiers was almost generous, given their lax military discipline. Were it not for their uniform cotton military coats and black long military boots, anyone would take them for bandits. Likely due to their habitual display of dominance, they paid little heed to the vagabonds. Apart from three extremely cautious men who unstrapped their rifles from their chests and cast watchful gazes upon Tang Zheng and the others, the rest were talking and laughing, critiquing the female models.
"It seems that this Steel Council is quite impoverished too." Said Lu Fan, massaging his aching temples.
