Among the bandits encircling a few team members, there was a burly man with a dark and swarthy complexion, marked by a face full of horizontal flesh. His grinning expression was particularly ferocious and brutal. He didn't want to guard in this ghastly weather any longer, so he ordered a group of bandits to charge down the ravine while shooting, and kill a few Extreme North garrison soldiers.
"You damned sons of bitches, how many of my brothers have you killed? Today, it's finally my turn to kill you! Humph, I'll slaughter you for a barbecue, and send a portion back to your military! Let you understand, the price of killing my brothers!" the dark burly man with a face full of horizontal flesh bellowed.
