There's no doubt the young man learned something from Dismas; when you take out a gun, it's destined to shoot, otherwise don't take it out.
At this moment, the smoke from the musket in the young man's hand had yet to dissipate. Feeling the force transmitted from his hand and the fearful gazes of those around him, he seemed to understand something.
It had been said before that most of these people were in teams. Seeing their teammates dead, others also came up to start fighting. Judging by their appearances, they obviously weren't scavengers.
"No wonder you wanted to slander Hamlet, turns out you guys wanted to plunder others too."
"Don't talk nonsense."
"What's that? Not brave enough to enter the ruins but bold enough to plunder, what are you guys afraid of?"
The young boy trapped in violent torment kept saying things to provoke those guys, and without a doubt, he really did hit the mark.
