John Fos and a group of more than ten people walked until they couldn't see the ranch anymore, finally relaxing completely. The journey was truly nerve-wracking, each person's mind tightly wound, not daring to relax for a moment.
Looking at the desolate scenery around, the bald man exhaled and said, "We're finally safe. Let's discuss where we should go next?"
"Hmm." John Fos nodded, slowing his pace, "I plan to..."
Yet he only managed to say the opening when a swooshing sound broke the air, causing everyone's expression to change drastically, instinctively shifting their positions.
"Ah!" A sudden scream attracted everyone's attention.
Only then did the crowd realize the source of the swooshing sound was a sharpened wooden stick, about the thickness of a pinkie finger and half a meter long, piercing through the abdomen of the screaming victim.
"Damn it! They want to annihilate us!" The bald man cursed loudly.
