All those present, who had life-and-death struggles, trembled in fear when seeing the scene. Emily's eyes were wide with horror, and her hand that held the gun shivered.
Tyrus put on a smile and said, "Ms. Clark, it seems that I have more guns than you now."
"You ... Who exactly are you?"
Emily was so shocked that her teeth chattered. She felt as if she was seeing a smiling devil.
"Didn't you hear what they called me?
"I'm the young marshal in Hunga.
"I'm the head of the Northen Corps. My name is Tyrus Wilson."
"Ms. Clark..."
A sturdy man said in a seemingly broken voice, "They are armed soldiers.
"We are screwed!"
Emily shouted, "No! It's impossible! This can't be true!"
With her long hair fluttering and her eyes turned red, she hurriedly picked up the phone and dialed a number, "It must be Fake!
"Take it easy. Our people will be here soon! They will be here soon!"