"Uh..."
Looking at the young man, the uncle and nephew had to admit that, for a moment, they had been completely dumbfounded.
They felt a tingling sensation creep across their scalps.
However, they quickly came to their senses. After all, they had spent many years traveling the wilderness, so their courage and willpower were stronger than those of ordinary people.
Besides, the other party had taken the initiative to ask them a question, which eased their panic to some extent.
How bad could someone who could talk really be?
The middle-aged man merely tensed up and quietly loaded the gun in his hand.
Then, he pressed his lips together and gave the young man a meaningful look.
The young man instinctively felt somewhat resistant, but he knew what mattered. Though he was just as uneasy inside, he still followed his usual experience. After loading his gun, he quietly hid it behind his back, plastered a smile across his face, pushed open the door, and stepped out.
When he pushed open the door, he carefully looked around to see if there was anyone nearby...
Although on a night like this, with the Crimson Moon hanging overhead and waist-high wilderness stretching all around them, he would not have been able to spot anyone even if there truly was someone there.
"Mister... what are you doing out here?"
The young man took two steps forward, leaned against the front of the truck, and called loudly to the person riding the motorcycle.
Although the two of them had guns, and that motorcyclist did not look as though he could withstand even one beating from either him or his uncle,
it was the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere, and they had encountered the bizarre phenomenon of being trapped in circles.