"Who's there?!"
A young man in the crowd raised his gun and flashlight, aiming at the black shadow standing on the wooden wall.
The bright light shone upon the figure, revealing his slender and straight stature, a face as chiseled and resolute as if carved by a knife, and the blood that covered his entire body.
"Leader!?"
The young man who had just spoken was stunned.
Then came a huge cheer, "The Leader! The Leader has returned!"
Wave after wave of cheers spread throughout the entire camp, and following that, under the oppressive darkness of night, people boiled over with excitement like dancing flames.
He Ao looked at the cheering wanderers before him, a deep sense of fatigue washing over his mind.
It was a tiredness stemming from deep within Ronald's body, from hunting, trapping, advancing in rank; this body was already exhausted.
But He Ao knew that now was not the time to sleep.