Seeing the handmade guns and cannons in their hands, Lin Feng had an illusion of civilization being lost.
Fortunately, they had the appearance of Asian people, and still spoke Mandarin with each other, not completely split into two different races.
Very soon, out of an RV came a man dressed fairly cleanly, a root in his mouth, wearing a cowboy hat with a wide brim.
The man walked to the road, stood in front of the three, with a large caliber revolver at his waist:
"People from the Church aren't often seen, and you're even bringing hunters from two guilds?"
Seeing the other was a mid-stage Evolver, Zheng Yan Ying stopped her footsteps and spoke slowly:
"Just here temporarily to handle some matters. Any news lately, so many people are still here?"
Saying this, Zheng Yan Ying took out an unopened nutritional supplement from her pocket and tossed it to the man in front.
The man received it, tore it open and tasted it, nodding in satisfaction:
