"Another patrol unit from the Steel Council?" Gao Yu muttered while peering forward on tiptoe.
The faces of the newbies immediately grew worried and unconsciously began to last fade back into the shadows, not wanting to be seen. Among them, Chu Baichuan, blessed with the most rebellious spirit, had already tied his watermelon knife to his waist and was secretly cocking the bolt of his AKM in preparation.
"Who are these people?" Lu Fan raised his hand, shining the bright beam of his LED flashlight directly onto the faces of the men without any concern for their identity.
Blinded by sudden light, these men obstructed their faces with their hands, swearing loudly. The two of them armed drew back the bolts of their guns with loud gestures, hoping to intimidate this group of drifters.
"Fanfan, don't make trouble." Zhang Bingcheng was startled, he didn't want to get shot due to the chaos.
