The leader slightly relaxed his vigilance, gestured for everyone to lower their guns, and stared at Old Zhao as he said, "I won't make things difficult for you. This area is ours now. You'd better turn around and go back quickly."
The border here by Changbai Mountain isn't as tense as the one on the other side, coupled with the shared language, so as long as you're not poaching, they mostly turn a blind eye.
After all, conditions over there are not good, and they themselves secretly trade a bit of supplies with folks on this side.
Just as the atmosphere was gradually easing, the dog not far away barked a few times and its eyes fixed tightly on the tree where Qi Yun was hiding.
The group alertly raised their guns again, aiming ahead.
Seeing this, Old Zhao hastily explained, "Don't worry, we're together."
Then he turned his head and shouted at Qi Yun, signaling him to come out.
Qi Yun came out from behind the tree, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
