Who exactly won? Although their chances of winning were high, no one dared to guarantee the outcome before seeing it with their own eyes.
Everyone hid in their concealed spots, not daring to even breathe heavily. Sweat on their palms made the triggers of their firearms somewhat slippery.
After a long while, there finally came a rustling from the road ahead.
"Don't be nervous, it's me, Name Martino."
At this time, he dared not play any surprises with them; a nervous misfire would have been embarrassing.
As Name Martino walked toward them, loudly declaring his identity, their tense nerves began to relax.
"You can come over now, the danger on that side has been completely cleared."
"How did you do it? I mean, how did you end the fight with only four shots fired?"
"And these armed people, what exactly are they?"
The questions asked by Gwen and Fuleimeia were obviously what everyone wanted to know.
Name Martino shrugged helplessly and replied:
