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In the cabin of the Primitive Forest.
Several robust men were still barbecuing by the campfire, blissfully unaware that danger was looming.
"Hey, Meng Ma," a white-skinned man with profound facial features turned to the black-skinned man who had just shot down the drone and asked, "Did you just patrol the nearby area? Did you find anything?"
"Nothing," Meng Ma answered with a mouthful of roasted chicken leg, his words muffled, "Just some drone wreckage, no traces of anyone around."
He tilted his head back and took a swig of beer, wiping his greasy lips, "My guess is that it's some rich kid's prank, the drone shot down and too scared to come get it."
"That drone's appearance was too abrupt," a bald, exceptionally tall, yellow-skinned man with rolls of flesh across his face said gravely, "Plus, Mr. Ye told us to be on heightened alert yesterday."
"We can't take this lightly this time. After we eat, everyone should patrol around the camp to make sure no one sneaks in."
