Three vehicles charged into the shelter like tanks, nearly knocking a passerby to the ground. Just as the passerby was about to curse, he saw the badge on the hats of the people inside the vehicles and his face turned pale with fear.
Wasn't this the group from Red Sand Camp? What's going on? Hadn't they just visited a few days ago?
The first to jump out of the vehicle was a brawny man with a face full of flesh, followed by a woman with tattoos on her chest.
That woman was particularly hot-tempered—she grabbed the passerby by the collar.
"Frodo came here a few days ago to investigate, and after that, he completely disappeared. Tell me, did you kill him?"
With the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at him, the passerby was almost scared to pee himself.
"It's a misunderstanding, Red Sand Camp is so well-known, we wouldn't dare harm anyone from your camp!"
His cries did not soften the fierce woman's attitude; instead, she became even more vicious.