The band had returned? Ren Xiaosu was a little puzzled. It would take at least two months for them to get to Stronghold 112 from here and back, right?
Based on the time the band had left, it was probably only about a week. So … they could not have reached Stronghold 112 or even the foot of the Jing Mountains.
Logically speaking, there should not have been any danger along the way. The only danger was the wolf pack. However, the wolf pack had arrived here at different times from the band. If the band had really encountered the wolf pack, they probably would not have made it back.
After all, the wolf pack was no longer afraid of gunshots!
When Ren Xiaosu thought of the wolf pack, he felt a little worried. When he mentioned the wolf pack to Wang Fugui yesterday, Wang Fugui revealed that he had received news from the town administrator, Chen Haidong. The wolf pack had suffered heavy casualties in the ambush this time, and the entire wolf pack had headed straight for Stronghold 111 to hide in Mt. Yangshan. They probably did not dare to come here again.
However, Ren Xiaosu did not think that way. The wolf pack had also left before, but didn't they return all the same? In fact, they had become even more ferocious.
What caused the wolf pack to evolve again? Ren Xiaosu did not know.
Ren Xiaosu looked outside through the clinic's window. He saw the refugees in town coming out of their residences to watch in silence. They were already curious about the band to begin with, and now that they realized something might have happened to the band, they became even more curious.
The band had left in four off-road vehicles. But now, only one of the off-road vehicles was still moving slowly. The stronghold's celebrity, Luo Xinyu, and three private soldiers were sitting in the vehicle while the rest of the people followed behind on foot. Their clothes were torn and tattered.
Yan Liuyuan asked, "When they left, they were all so clean and tidy. Why did they become like us when they came back?"
Although Ren Xiaosu and the others were living a better life now, they still did not have enough water. The refugees had always been equal when it came to water resources, and the stronghold had very strict regulations on this.
So if there was any extra water at home, Ren Xiaosu and Yan Liuyuan would take the initiative to let their Sister Xiaoyu wash up. They only used a little water to brush their teeth.
The so-called brushing of teeth was to dip a willow twig in coarse salt and scrape it on the teeth for half a day before rinsing the mouth.
Now, Ren Xiaosu and Yan Liuyuan were quite happy to see that the band members had become like them …
The cap-wearing girl with Perfect Level Firearms Proficiency was also walking behind the off-road vehicle. There were holes in her clothes, but when Ren Xiaosu took a closer look, he realized that although the girl looked as battered as the other members of the band, her steps were still light and steady.
From this point alone, it could be seen that the cap-wearing girl was much stronger than the private army accompanying her.
Of course, this was also within Ren Xiaosu's expectations. After all, how could a person with Perfect Firearms Skills be inferior to those private armies?
The celebrity, Luo Xinyu, who was in the off-road vehicle, ordered, "Hurry up and get into the stronghold. Don't let those refugees look at us like we're monkeys."
When the private army received the order, they pointed the pitch-black muzzles of their automatic rifles at the onlookers. One of them said fiercely, "Go back to your own pigsty!"
When the refugees saw that the private army was about to get serious after being humiliated, they immediately went back into hiding.
"Also," Luo Xinyu said coldly, "find that Wang Fugui!"
The clamor in town gradually died down. Everyone only dared to whisper in their own shacks. If they felt it was not enough to talk as a family, they could even chat with their neighbors through the curtain of their shacks. It was not soundproof anyway.
Ren Xiaosu and Yan Liuyuan leaned against the window and looked outside. They saw the band members split into two groups. One group went to look for the stronghold's people to go through the customs process, while the other group headed straight for Wang Fugui's grocery store.
"Bro, why are they looking for Old Wang?" Yan Liuyuan asked curiously.
"They might be looking for Old Wang to settle the score with him. Old Wang recommended a guide, but the hunter who acted as the guide did not come back with them. So maybe the hunter caused some trouble and caused them to return so pathetically early." Ren Xiaosu had a rough idea of what was going on.
Ren Xiaosu smacked his lips and felt a little regretful. Back when the guide left town, he even gave Ren Xiaosu a haughty look. But who could have expected that look would turn out to be an eternal farewell.
Ren Xiaosu watched as the group of people went to knock on the door of Wang Fugui's grocery store. Wang Fugui slowly opened it from the inside and looked very calm.
At first, Ren Xiaosu was worried about Wang Fugui. But when he saw how calm he was, he felt that he did not have to worry about him anymore.
The people in the off-road vehicles also got out. Luo Xinyu was wearing white casual clothes … or rather, she was originally wearing white casual clothes. She stared at Wang Fugui and asked, "What kind of guide did you find for us?"
Wang Fugui asked, "What's the matter?"
He was really a little curious. By right, that person should be an experienced hunter and should not have made such a rookie mistake. So why were these people so angry?
"What else?" Luo Xinyu said coldly, "He led us in the wrong direction before we even entered the Jing Mountains. We couldn't find the right location even after spending three days."
It was possible to drive into the Jing Mountains, and many people knew about this. That was because there was a canyon paved with gravel. It was supposed to be a riverbed, but for some reason, it had dried up.
Normal cars could not pass through this road, but it was not difficult for an off-road vehicle to get there.
Therefore, the guide was not able to lead the band directly to that road...
"And then? Where did he go? "Old Wang asked in a daze.
"He died before we could find the way." A private soldier said coldly, "As a hunter in this area, he didn't even know there was danger in the water. When he went to the river to wash his face in the morning, something bit his face into a pulp. By the time we found him, he was already cold! And there were so many vicious monkeys on the road he led us on that we almost didn't make it back! "
Ren Xiaosu was stunned. No, something was very wrong with this. He had never heard of the fish in the nearby river biting people … Were they really fish?
Wang Fugui leaned against the door frame of the grocery store. "Oh, so that's what happened. But I might not have the time to help you find a new guide for the time being. I have to help Luo Lan, Boss Luo, with some matters."
Actually, Boss Luo did not arrange anything for him at all. He just wanted to tell the other party that he was Boss Luo's man!
The private soldiers all frowned, and even Luo Xinyu was stunned. They did not expect that the person they wanted to deal with was actually Luo Lan.
Wang Fugui said leisurely, "I told you long ago that if you want to go there, you have to find Ren Xiaosu."
"That guy with a screw loose?" One of the private soldiers frowned deeply. "Is he the kid who fantasizes that he's a doctor?"
Wang Fugui suddenly felt a toothache. He pointed at the window of the clinic opposite them. "You might not have expected this, but he is really a doctor now …"
Luo Xinyu: "???"
The private soldiers: "???"
Everyone looked in the direction Wang Fugui was pointing at and saw two dark faces leaning on the window of the clinic curiously looking at them …
To be honest, Wang Fugui also felt a little emotional at this moment. That's right, how did this guy become a doctor …
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