The fisherman heard the roar, and his legs went weak, causing him to fall to his knees.
He raised his hands shakily in a gesture of surrender:
"Don't... don't shoot, brother, I'm just an old man fishing by the lake, I didn't do anything!"
"Damn, why was the fisherman running so fast? Are you a rabbit?"
The person who roared was a burly man with a fierce look, who quickly stepped forward and swung the butt of his gun at the fisherman's head.
"Ouch!"
The fisherman cried out in pain, clutching his head, his body curling into a ball.
The burly man, ignoring the man's howls, fiercely turned his head to glare at Fang Cheng, who stood aside, seemingly dumbfounded.
At the same time, the other two moved swiftly, holding rifles, quickly closing in and surrounding the fisherman and Fang Cheng in a fan shape.
The dark muzzles of their guns aimed straight at their heads, their eyes equally filled with vigilance and ferocity.
