"What's going on? How did they catch up so quickly?" Zhao Yanran suddenly became alert and instinctively pulled out her handgun, looking at the people in front of her. They were all armed to the teeth, clearly prepared, and she certainly didn't believe they were just "bandits" robbing on the road.
"I don't know either, but let's take it one step at a time." Tang Yun stared intently at the crowd ahead. There was no movement from them, and for a full two minutes, everyone seemed like statues, frozen on the road.
"They probably aren't here to kill us," Tang Yun continued, "or else they would have already opened fire while we were driving."
"Then who exactly are they?" Zhao Yanran asked with a serious expression, opening the car door and stepping out. At this point, someone also got out from the car opposite. The high beams turned on, making it difficult for Tang Yun and Zhao Yanran to see his face, but judging by the figure, it seemed to be a man.
