"Bang!"
The door was kicked open roughly, and cold wind swept in with flecks of snow. The fire shook violently, nearly going out.
"Don't move!"
Chen Motong and Finn shouted almost at the same time. Two guns aimed at the humanoid figure wrapped in the cold wind from two directions, their crossfire sealing off every possible avenue of escape.
The humanoid figure in the doorway raised his hands with great cooperation.
"Don't shoot. I mean no harm. I knocked and nobody answered, so I thought no one was here." His voice was somewhat distorted by the wind and snow, but his tone was very sincere.
Chen Motong fixed her eyes on him.
Firelight shone across that face. She could see the humanoid figure's face was flushed red from the cold, and a drop of clear snot still hung from the tip of his nose.
"Lu—Lu Mingfei?" She was so stunned she nearly bit her own tongue.
The newcomer was none other than Lu Mingfei.
He wore a fluffy hat on his head, its brim covered in snowflakes, making it look like a white pom-pom. He had on a thick down jacket, so bulky it rounded out his whole body by a size, and with that bulging backpack on top of it, he looked exactly like a lost penguin.
He stood in the doorway and scanned the scene inside: Finn holding an M14, Chen Motong raising a Desert Eagle, and someone lying on the camp bed under a bearskin—whoever that was—
"Huh? Finn? Senior Sister?" Surprise lit up Lu Mingfei's face. "What are you doing here?"
Finn froze for a moment, then lowered his gun, the taut expression on his face melting like ice. "Junior Brother, so it's you. You had us scared stiff—come on, come on, get in here. Don't