Hans maintained an appearance of calm that, upon a closer look, seemed genuinely convincing. Who would have thought it would lead to this kind of response? The slightly relaxed division of tasks didn't provide any psychological suggestion of safety. On the contrary, in a moment, the atmosphere hit rock bottom again. If the other party was the rumored Looters, then they were in big trouble. This trouble was significant no matter how you looked at it.
If you looked at the bigger picture, their lives might be at risk. On a smaller scale, it was possible that the assailants would just take their money and beat it. With a desire to find out what was going on, Hans in the jeep finally pressed the horn softly—so softly that you'd seldom find such a gentle side to Hans. The contrast between his bulky frame and that dust-soft touch was startling, as if a sage, riding the wind and escorting the moon, was about to ascend to the heavens...
