War chariots surged forward rapidly, surrounding our barbecue stall completely!
Commander Gordon stepped out of his vehicle shortly after, scanning the area with cold eyes. "Surround them! Don't let even a fly escape!" he shouted.
"Yes, sir!" countless soldiers responded in unison, their voices deafening everyone nearby!
Not far from me, the bald man's face turned ashen. He swallowed nervously and muttered, "What's happening? This can't involve me, right?"
At that moment, Watson Thompson darted over to Commander Gordon.
"Uncle Gordon!" she exclaimed, reaching him in just a few steps.
Upon seeing Watson, Commander Gordon's expression instantly softened.
He smiled warmly. "Watson, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Luckily you arrived when you did. Otherwise, these villains would have forced me to mine coal!" Watson wrinkled her nose and snorted indignantly.
From where I stood, I could see the bald man's face turn deathly pale.
He was clearly terrified of what might happen next!
