Creaaak——
The motorhome parked thirty meters away from a small building inside the driving school.
Click!
Jackals let go of the car door handle and jumped down from the vehicle.
As he jumped down, he pulled an assault rifle from his back, raised it, and looked toward the small building ahead.
After the vehicle stopped, Third Uncle and Ant got out one after the other.
Once they got down, over twenty people suddenly rushed out from the building.
They held various weapons, mostly melee weapons, but there was an older man holding a long blunderbuss, about one and a half meters long, very conspicuous.
Leading them was a middle-aged man with long hair draped over his shoulders, eyeing Third Uncle and the others as they got out of the vehicle with a fierce glare.
