After seeing off the two men carrying sacks on their backs, Li Long's eyes grew solemn. He felt there was more to these two than met the eye.
It wasn't that he had decided they were bad people. Mainly, they seemed a little too well matched.
One had a shrewd gaze, as though he could read minds. Whenever Li Long's expression changed, he seemed able to guess what Li Long wanted to do.
In later years, someone like that would have made a secretary or assistant who could handle everything properly for his boss.
The other man wasn't as tall as Li Long, but he looked powerfully built and moved with coordination. He looked trained in martial arts, and even if he wasn't, he was someone who fought or exercised regularly.
They were a combination of brains and brawn. People like these must have had some special reason for coming into the mountains to scrape a living. Otherwise, they could have done very well simply staying in Wu City or Stone City.
Li Long held the Type 56 Semiautomatic Rifle beside him, its safety off and a round chambered.
That powerfully built man had glanced at the rifle several times, with no lack of envy or jealousy in his eyes.
This man wanted the rifle.
Li Long had initially suspected these two might have been the ones who injured Hamiti, but the way the man looked at the rifle made him think otherwise. Hamiti had a gun. If this man had injured him, wouldn't he most likely have taken Hamiti's gun?
Whatever the case, he needed to be careful staying out here. Otherwise, he might become the next Hamiti.
Li Long washed the fritillaria he had bought, spread it out to dry, and waited quietly.
It was already afternoon. In