Fight to Adapt
Threatening atmosphere pervaded the five people. Ants seem to crawl under their skin as they felt the temperature going lower.
Nile had already drawn out his Katana as he stared fiercely to the group, especially the leader in the middle whose moniker is Browny.
Browny gulps down a mouthful of saliva. He regained his courage and said aggressively. "I said, leave the carabao and the crocodile behind, or else you might as well stay here and die."
Of course, it was only a threat, no one from his group had the experience of killing a person. He has also realized by now that Nile is also an evolved human, just like them. But so what? There are five of them, even two hands are better than one, how about ten of them?
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