Compassionate leader

As the middle-aged man watched the yellow-clothed man disappear from his sight, he fell in deep thought, his facing showing his inner conflict. After a while, he sighed defeatedly and walked back into the factory.

After half an hour later, a group of twenty or so people appeared in front of the factory. 

In front of the group was a man around a thirty-year-old in sportswear and had a crossbow in his hand. A step behind him was another man. His complexion was dark, and he had a scar on his forehead.

These two were the main camp leader and the right leader, respectively. When they saw there was no one guarding the gate, both of them frowned.

"Why isn't anyone here? Are they busy fucking women?" The main leader asked, his expression darkening.

Seeing this, the scar-faced leader said, "I told you, chief. Derek and the people under him aren't reliable at all."