Three frogmen walked out from the bushes.
They were covered in mud and dry leaves, looking somewhat disheveled, and their expressions lacked the high-spirited vigor they had when they left.
Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu, who were grilling fish, glanced in their direction, then simultaneously looked away.
No surprise there.
The defense team, which arrived two hours earlier, had probably set up countless traps on the island waiting for them.
In the initial confrontation, they definitely wouldn't gain any advantage.
However, these guys hadn't tasted the prowess of Mo Shangjun and the others; they'd have to experience it firsthand.
"Came back without firing a shot?"
Sprinkling some salt on the fish, Peng Yuqiu raised an eyebrow and teased the three ash-faced frogmen who had run back.
