But it is precisely because of this cold wind blowing on people that they make their minds clearer, more sensitive and vigilant.
The old man understands that his ancestors have lived here for generations, and he should always be vigilant, especially when gangs are rampant. He should be on guard at all times and cannot relax at all. The village in the mysterious valley ahead suddenly disappeared, all the villagers disappeared, and the valley was empty.
The emergence of exports, terrorist syndicates and gangs, and now we are facing an unknown crisis, which makes things even worse.
Moreover, now he was still dealing with these five uninvited guests. The old man raised his eyes and looked at the five people back and forth again, and said to himself, "We can't relax even more."
"Well, in that case, I'll tell you." Bill said, "We are special..." Wright covered Bill's mouth with one hand.
"What's so special?" the old man asked urgently without relaxing at all.
"Oh," Wright saw that Bill had let slip his words and said in a hurry, "the five of us are specially here to help you."
"Help us, what do you say?" The old man's tone was still very stubborn.
Wright looked at Bill, Jinggang, Cobo and Jamie who were shivering with cold beside him. They all kept rubbing their hands, walking back and forth, and then looked around, trying to change the topic, "It's windy here.
How about we go inside and talk?" (To be continued)