Shen Jin calmly switched off the [Nano Saber] and put it back in his backpack.
The Afghan Superhuman whose hand he had just severed was one of the people who had stayed in the camp.
He had hidden himself at first, intending to ambush them,
but Sun Li's shadow had taken control of him directly.
At that moment,
the people in the camp had no time to worry about him.
Ding Bowen translated Shen Jin's intensely intimidating words,
and everyone trembled with fear, answering one after another:
"We understand."
Ding Bowen barked in Pashto, "Haven't you eaten? Louder! Our boss can't hear you!"
"We understand!" everyone shouted in unison.
These Chinese people were far too powerful.
They could not muster even the slightest desire to resist.
Still, one dark-faced Afghan Superhuman muttered quietly, "We really haven't eaten today."
Ding Bowen translated in real time.
"Oh? Isn't this the brave fellow who wanted to make rice balls out of Jieke's aunt's shit? Since you haven't eaten, go have some. Sun Li, take him to fulfill his promise."
"No! I was joking! Honored Chinese guests, please take whatever you need. We won't resist anymore."
"That's right, we're here to take a few things, but there's no hurry. We'll be staying for a while. We can talk after you've eaten your fill."
"Ah! No! No!"
After that dark-faced Afghan was dragged away,
the people before them became even more silent.
When they heard that Shen Jin and his people would be staying for a while, many of them looked despairing,
especially the women.
As they looked at the nine burly men before them, they seemed to know their fate.
The other Afghan men looked at the four beautiful women and suddenly thought, *If they happen to have a taste for exotic men, wouldn't