"Don't move!" (Pashto)
Ding Bowen hurriedly translated: "They're telling us not to move."
Shen Jin nodded. "I can tell."
On the previously deserted mountaintop, a group of bearded Afghan men wearing cloth caps suddenly emerged from all directions.
Although they were white, their skin was closer in color to that of Asians.
Their facial features, however, were typically white.
At that moment,
this group of more than fifty Afghans had surrounded Shen Jin and the others.
They held hunting knives, spiked clubs, knightly swords, and an assortment of makeshift melee weapons.
They wore ragged clothes, and most looked very thin and weak.
At that moment, a wolfish gleam shone in their eyes, as though they had spotted a whole flock of lambs.
Shen Jin was somewhat speechless. "Can't they tell... that we're powerful?"
The group before them might not have been utterly worthless, but their combat strength certainly was low.
There were only ten Tier 1 Superhumans among them; the other forty-two were ordinary people.
Any single person from Shen Jin's group could have wiped them all out.
Sun Li looked over everyone's unremarkable black outfits.
"Maybe, in their eyes, we're thirteen perverts wearing black stockings all over our bodies."
Come to think of it, the material of the Nano Armor did look a little like tightly woven fishnet clothing.
"Fine... I guess our appearance really isn't threatening."
Sun Li added, "And there aren't many of us. We look like foreigners and aren't holding any weapons. We look easy to bully."
Seeing that the group was still talking and laughing, paying them no attention whatsoever, the fifty-two Afghan men
immediately flew into a rage. The Superhuman leading them barked,
"Everyone lie on the ground! Don't move! Hah, pathetic women. Showing yourselves in public is blasphemy against the Lord. I'll take