It turned out the handgun was actually real, but it made no difference to Yohan. He easily snatched it from the man and gave him a few smacks for firing at him.
Almost immediately, the thick wooden door pushed open and three men stepped out.
They wore pieces of cloth tied around their waists instead of pants, and none of them had shirts on. Except for one—if you could even call what he was wearing a shirt.
It was more like a short cloak that covered his back, with two extended pieces of fabric covering his chest.
"Who are you people, and what business do you have here?" the man asked. He glanced at Jenna before shifting his gaze back to Yohan.
"Before I answer, I have a few questions of my own. What's with all the theatrics? Fake guns, hiding inside the woods, and now not even wearing any clothes?" There was genuine concern in his voice.
This was by far the sketchiest situation Yohan had ever found himself in.
