After Miyamoto left, the tent fell into a protracted silence.
"Could it be just empty threats to scare us into staying here?"
In the end, it was the Mediterranean Marksman who spoke first.
It was clear that he was very reluctant to stay here any longer.
"We can't rule out that possibility, after all, it's not apparent that they have such good intentions."
Someone agreed immediately.
"But those guys today did seem to be coming after us."
Delin shook his head, his expression growing even more somber.
"I was wondering earlier... but now it seems this is the explanation; we are already the targets of a hunt."
"Even if we stay, our end might not be any better."
The Mediterranean Marksman couldn't help but speak up again.
"These people are clearly using us; they don't care about whether we live or die."
"Actually, there's another piece of information that I think you should know."
Seeing that the standoff was going nowhere, Delin looked up at Fu Qian.
