Li Cunyi looked at Li Yu and his group. Although their faces were obscured by helmets, he could still sense their uniqueness.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he thought it wouldn't hurt to speak truthfully.
So he said, "A while back, a group of people from Southeast Asia, presumably from the Lao Country, came to our Sanshan Village. They burned, killed, and plundered there, and we barely escaped with our lives."
"These days, we're afraid to travel on the roads, fearing we'll encounter them, so we've been taking the mountain forest trails, narrowly avoiding disaster."
Li Yu heard this, frowned, and asked, "How many of them are there? How strong are they?"
Li Cunyi's expression was sorrowful as he began to speak:
"Maybe over a hundred people, but they all have guns. We have a few guns too, but we're almost out of bullets. So, so... sigh, those damned fraudsters!"
"How do you know where they're from?" Li Yu asked with some confusion.
