Most of them were Mongolians, with a European among them.
Gasol was almost moved to tears. It was because of this European that the group spoke English.
He made a decision. After returning, he would immediately look for someone to teach him a small language in Asia and Africa. Even if he couldn't speak, he could understand by hearing.
Otherwise, it would be too painful to be deaf to their languages!
The conversation in the distance continued.
"... Are you sure you did it here?"
"Yes, my... my brother threw that woman's corpse here at that time."
After a few seconds of silence, the European asked in a hurry, "Are you sure that the woman is dead?"
The short man patted his chest and assured the European.
If Emily was here, she could recognize at a glance that two of them were the ones who wanted to kill her last night.
"We are not green hands. There are only a few vital parts on her. Can't we recognize?"
The tall man added.