Ming Mei walked cautiously, vigilantly eyeing her surroundings, clutching a weapon she modified herself with nails.
Gunshots were heard intermittently from afar, and Ming Mei felt Ou Yinghan trembling slightly.
"Don't be scared. We've lived on this island for so long, we won't get lost even with our eyes closed, but they don't know that. We can use guerrilla tactics."
"Ming Mei... who do you think it could be? Could it be... people from Lord Wu's group?"
Ming Mei whispered, "I don't know either, but... ordinary people definitely wouldn't just carry weapons and come ashore. I vaguely heard them speaking earlier. It's a foreigner; I really can't tell what language it is... Until we figure it out, we shouldn't reveal ourselves easily."
Ou Yinghan nodded, "Mmm..."
...
Ming Mei led Ou Yinghan around half of the small island, finally approaching the boats from the side.
The two hid in the grass, spotting the boats not far away.
Ou Yinghan whispered, "Two boats?"
