Just as Evelyn Ford predicted, the assault enraged everyone. Within the residential complex, many people had already formed small groups, ready to take their machetes and settle the score. However, their opponents were not to be trifled with. Two of them were hiding guns. Three of the vigilantes who went to confront them were killed, each with a single, fatal gunshot.
Fearing the firearms in their opponents' hands, the others were furious but dared not voice their anger. They could only meekly take their grain to trade for water.
"Who would have thought? They looked so simple and honest, but they actually have guns." Serena Lynch was relieved she hadn't let Chase Underwood go fetch water earlier. Their opponents were ruthless; it seemed they had no choice but to take the loss this time.
"Evelyn, we're planning to go trade for a bucket of water. Are you coming?"
Evelyn Ford shook her head. "I'm not going right now."
