Just as the four of them were happily picking strawberries.
Suddenly, a sharp, questioning voice came from the direction of the plantation entrance.
"Who—who let you in? Get out, now!"
Feng Mountain looked toward the shouting. In the darkness, two figures were striding quickly toward them.
Gordon had been simmering with anger lately.
The camp had recently seen a sudden influx of people. These newcomers acted as if they'd never seen the world before, wandering all over the camp and unable to resist touching everything they saw.
The plantation, in particular, had become a disaster area.
The moment these people entered, they would start picking vegetables and strawberries without asking, and couldn't be reasoned with.
In truth, Gordon knew that the vegetables and strawberries in the plantation grew exceptionally fast. There was more than enough to supply the camp's personnel, so letting the guests pick some shouldn't have been a big deal.
