"Ratatat!" The sound of engines grew closer, and two larger metal boats appeared in everyone's view. Each boat was manned with around twenty heavily armed people, and it seemed there were even more inside the cabins. In total, there had to be fifty or sixty individuals—a substantial armed force. The heavy machine guns mounted on the boats, their barrels gleaming with a Death God-like chill, were aimed at both sides of the riverbank, each man looking vigilant.
"Do we shoot?" The Scholar asked in a low voice through the earpiece.
Luo Zheng couldn't see inside the cabins and didn't understand what they were transporting, but there was no reason to pass up prey that had come to him. If it had been the beginning, Luo Zheng might have had some reservations, but after capturing a heavy machine gun and thus greatly increasing their firepower, there was no reason to hold back. Moreover, with three brothers still on the boat, they were bound to be discovered—the fight was inevitable.