The wilderness.
In front of the smoking Buick.
Neither Zhang Longjuan nor Zhai Shun and the others understood Dong Xuebin's words. They had no idea what he was talking about. Leave it to you? What did that even mean? Dong Xuebin was a tourist—that was what Zhai Shun and the others had always believed. Combined with Dong Xuebin's age, they had never considered any other possibility. They all thought the scene had scared him stupid. Otherwise, what did he mean by saying that if they wanted to die, he would grant their wish?
"Little Dong!" Zhang Longjuan hurriedly called out.
Zhai Shun added, "Don't move! There are seven or eight of them!"
There were far more than seven or eight of them. After their exchange just now, Zhai Shun and the others had realized that these were not merely seven or eight soldiers, but elite troops with highly professional training. Their fighting skills and marksmanship were flawless, not to mention that every one of them carried weapons and gear. Even the least equipped among them had a military pistol. They had not even brought out weapons like Submachine Guns. How could they fight under these circumstances?
They simply could not fight!
The difference in strength was far too great!
Much less a barehanded tourist!
Yet Dong Xuebin paid no attention to them. Cigarette in hand, he looked over the soldiers present, his gaze passing over them one by one, his smile deepening.
Anyone who knew Dong Xuebin would have recognized that expression—he was angry!
Throwing the cigarette butt onto the ground, Dong Xuebin slipped one hand into his trouser pocket and slowly walked toward the wounded soldier who had harassed Zhang Longjuan.
"Little Dong!"
"What are you doing?!"
Zhai Shun and Old Hong both shouted at him.
With his back