"What happened up ahead?"
"It seems like someone is arguing..."
Others also heard the commotion. Han Yue, who was sitting at the front of the bus, immediately stood up. Only then did everyone notice a white pickup truck blocking a tricycle on the dirt road to the right of the bus, with a group of people getting out and engaging in a heated argument with the tricycle driver.
Just when everyone thought it was an accident.
Unexpectedly, the leader, a burly Pakistani man with a big beard, suddenly brought out several sticks with his friends from the car, noisily surrounding the tricycle and repeatedly banging on the hood.
The clanging sound not only failed to intimidate the tricycle driver.
Instead, it fueled his anger. In the next second, he pulled a machete from beneath his seat, pointing it at the bearded leader while cursing aloud.
"Something's not right! It looks like they're bringing out weapons!"
