It's actually Yetta Astir!?
When Basil Jaak caught sight of that figure from afar, he couldn't help but rub his eyes.
No way, isn't this too much of a coincidence?
Unexpectedly, the girl had run all the way from Rong City to Yellow Stone Town in the remote Cloud Province?
Could it be that she missed me, chased me all the way here?
Well, Basil Jaak thought this idea was a bit narcissistic.
On that mountain road, Yetta Astir was surrounded by a group of people, all men, each holding guns and machetes and other weapons, seven or eight people, none of them looked like good news.
Yetta Astir was encircled in the middle, leaning against a motorcycle, which seemed to be her ride.
Facing this crowd, Yetta Astir was getting angry, "Back off, don't mess with me, or you'll regret it!"
"Whoa, this chick's got some spice, hehe, I like it."
Hearing Yetta Astir's words, the men started to laugh wickedly; far from leaving, they stepped closer, now even nearer to Yetta Astir.
