"Brother Jie, there are four vehicles coming from the direction of the camp!"
On the Camry heading towards the camp, the chubby co-pilot pointed ahead and said, while his other hand was busy holding up a piece of clothing to cover the shattered car window.
Brother Jie, who was driving, naturally saw the convoy three or four hundred meters away. His eyebrows twitched, and he slowed down while picking up the walkie-talkie from the cup holder, saying: "Ask that guy if the convoy ahead is from their camp!"
"Hey!" A bearded man on the pickup truck turned his head and tapped Qi Xiaoshuai on the head, saying: "Look at the cars ahead, are they from your camp?"
Qi Xiaoshuai heard this, raised his head with difficulty and opened his eyes, then shook his head, and lowered his head without speaking.
"Brother Jie, they're not."
"Alright, let's be careful not to cause any conflict, move aside a bit, be friendly!"
