Chu Tianying stepped forward, disarmed the black man of his gun, and casually took his hand grenades, ammo pouch, pistol, and the two daggers sheathed on his calf and armpit. "Relax, he's my former superior and my brother. Don't do anything rash."
The black man slowly took off his hat, revealing a bald head with a tattoo on one side. Ye Tian could only make out a cross; the rest was too obscure in the dim light.
"Captain, put down your gun. He's my friend."
They were brothers, and Ye Tian trusted him completely. He not only put down his gun but also removed his own ammo and daggers, tossing them aside.
"Just passing by, didn't mean to disturb you."
Ye Tian said this in English too. He didn't want to cause trouble for Chu Tianying, as Huaxia people were not well regarded in the international mercenary organization and faced the same discrimination as in other industries. Since he couldn't be of help, it was best not to bring trouble to him.
