"What should we do? Are we just going to watch these foreigners massacre the villagers?"
Qin Hao's mind was racing, but he couldn't come up with any successful plan.
His strength was formidable, but not enough to take down so many people alone.
Moreover, he himself had become part of the "bait," and the previously enthusiastic members of the Thunder God Squad were now looking over with cold eyes.
As Qin Hao was torn with indecision, a local man from the Western Cowboy Squad asked in a very humble tone, "Mr. Brown, what were you all talking about just now?"
The local people didn't understand English and didn't know they had already been labeled as "livestock."
Brown stared at the local man with a cold gaze.
Bam!
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the local man's forehead sprouted a bullet hole. Blood gushed out as he fell lifelessly to the ground, eyes wide open in disbelief.
