"It's not their fault!"
The Machine Gun Hunter exclaimed excitedly.
"Enough, Yula. Why even talk to them like that?"
The Horn Rifle Hunter said.
"Leave this place, foreigners, and the Church's lackeys. Your damage to Old Yate has been enough. Let these poor people have a moment of peace.
"We will leave, but you need to do something for us."
Liu Zheng said.
"Why should we help you?"
The Machine Gun Hunter angrily said.
"Because it's in my hand."
He pointed at the charred orc that the helmet man had knocked unconscious.
"Foreigners, you are similarly in our hands."
The Horn Rifle Hunter scoffed coldly.
As if to prove his point, several gunshots rang out simultaneously, the bullets whizzing past Liu Zheng and his companions.
"Let's not even mention whether you can kill us. Even if we stood still and let you kill us, have you thought about the consequences?"
Liu Zheng said calmly.
"What are you trying to say?"
The Horn Rifle Hunter frowned.
