"What do you want!" Zeng Liu looked at the few people blocking her way, her expression growing more anxious.
"What do we want?" The leader of the wanderers displayed a malicious grin. "Heh, we don't want anything, just hoping you won't waste precious medicine on someone who can't be saved."
"What are you saying! Sister Ning is just running a fever, she'll be fine after taking medicine!" Zeng Liu felt a surge of anger.
She could clearly see that their goal was to stop her from saving Sister Ning, to weaken her group's strength, so these wanderers could devour her group, snatch their supplies, and perhaps even kill or enslave them.
Zeng Liu's companion also felt furious, immediately drawing a gun, their greatest deterrent, previously very effective on these wanderers.
But this time, it seemed ineffective.
"Haha, you drew a gun, well, go on, shoot!" The leader of the wanderers seemed to not care at all about Zeng Liu's companion's gun.
