The Desert Warriors Part IV

“What is it, Shin?” Waree said.

“Someone touched my butt.”

He talked so monotonously that the girls laughed. Wisana walked up to them.

“Hey, are you guys alright?” He smiled. Maysa quickly ran to him and grabbed his arm.

“What’s happening? Who are these people?” She whispered.

“Don’t worry. They’re not our enemy. They’re an independent army. They’re called…”

“Desert Warrior.”

A gentle voice sounded, prompting Maysa to turn to the source. He was a big and tall man with slicked-back hair. Judging from his face, he should be around twenty-eight years old. He wore a desert robe that covered every part except his face.

Once he got closer, Maysa knew right away who he was.

“You still remember him, May?” Wisana smiled. “We met at the meeting before the war.”

“Mr. Viper!”

Maysa shouted his name.