"Chainsaw Head, are you sure those scavengers are on this mountain?"
"Fuck, this place is in the middle of nowhere. Are those useless bastards so damn bored that they came all the way out here!?"
Soaked in sweat, in the afternoon.
Although the sun was gradually sinking, the afternoon air seemed even more murky. Near the wild mountain terrain, the scorching air was stifling, like a sauna.
Six or seven gang members wielding homemade weapons gazed at the mountain peaks framing the setting sun and couldn't help cursing and grumbling.
"Fuck, we came all this way. If there's nothing good here, I'll cut the chainsaw off your head!"
At the front, a First Order Awakener carrying a spiked club cursed as he walked, then kicked Chainsaw Head beside him.
Nodding and bowing, the Gaunt Man called Chainsaw Head ingratiatingly pointed into the distance and hurriedly said:
"Lord Haman! There's definitely no mistake! Look at the bloodstains on the ground! And our people saw those bastards heading this way."
"Fire Wolf also said they overheard that group of scavengers planning to come here and perform some kind of strange ritual!"
"Believe me! Those people definitely have something worth taking!"
"Something worth taking? Your mother!"
"You think I really care about that bit of trash in their hands!?"
"Heh, Fire Wolf and the others already robbed them once, didn't they?"
"Don't think I don't know what that brat Fire Wolf is planning!"
With a mocking laugh, Haman swung his spiked club in a circle. A flash of electricity suddenly flickered across his right hand.
That's right.
As a First-Order Awakener, he might not rank among the strongest in the entire Safe Zone, but among the low-level Survivors, he was a genuine big shot!
An existence like him naturally wouldn't care about the