Having made the worst plans, these people were on high alert. Each was tense, listening carefully to the slightest sounds around, their eyes darting everywhere, missing nothing suspicious.
The car tire blew out, but they had a spare. The driver immediately took out the spare tire and got off. Five people from the front car, along with the people from the back car, got off together. Three people changed the tire, while the other seven hovered around the vehicle, watching the surrounding area closely.
Swish.
An iron nail flew over. In the darkness, the trajectory of the iron nail was indistinguishable. One of the seven people on guard fell to the ground.
"Stay hidden, stay hidden, he's here." The leader shouted loudly. The ones changing the tire halted their movements. The three quickly gripped the daggers in their hands, either lying on the ground or hiding behind the car, ready for immediate combat.
