Military boots trampled the surrounding weeds, making a rustling noise that couldn't be concealed. People were approaching from all directions, and gradually, the light from flashlights grew closer, sending beams toward the center of the road.
With so many people, it couldn't possibly be the enemy.
Mo Shangjun looked indifferently over the trunk of the sedan, hearing the heavy thuds, which the pouring rain muffled, reducing their loudness.
Mo Shangjun acted as if she was deaf and walked towards the road at a leisurely pace.
The driver was still struggling in the car, the strong man who had been kicked in the groin was rolling on the ground, and there was just one more, who had just reached the edge of the road. When he heard the movement around him, he immediately stopped in his tracks, his face showing a hint of panic.
He seemed to realize that this was very likely reinforcements from the enemy.
Mo Shangjun strode over to him.