Finally, Zhao Yang and the others were brought to a beach on one side of the island, surrounded by heavily armed soldiers, and within the circle, a table was set up.
A man in military uniform who looked like an officer sat in a chair, drinking coconut juice while looking at Zhao Yang and the other two who were brought over.
"General, we have brought the people!"
One of the soldiers who had detained Zhao Yang and his two companions stepped forward, saluted, and reported loudly.
Sparky waved his hand, signaling the soldier to step back. His gaze then fell on Zhao Yang and his two companions and he asked indifferently, "Who are you and why are you here?"
Zhao Yang and his companions looked at each other, "Can you understand us?"
"No!"
All three shook their heads at the same time. Zhao Yang looked at Sparky, frowned, and said in English, "Officer, we don't understand what you're saying?"
"You are Huaxia People?"
Sparky slightly frowned, this time speaking in English.
