Every subtle movement could trigger a violent conflict.
Only the cold wind howled, kicking up the snow on the ground with a rustling sound.
Feng Mountain paid no mind to the tense situation before him.
Ignoring Yves's attempts to stop him, he resolutely stepped out from behind the cover of the vehicles and walked a few steps toward the hillside.
He then drew the pistol from his waist, placed it gently on the snow, and slowly turned in a full circle.
In a situation on the brink of conflict, this gesture had a specific meaning: it signaled that he was not a threat and was requesting to parley.
Soon, there was movement from the log cabin on the hillside.
A figure in a cowboy hat appeared, shouldering a long rifle that looked to be a lever-action model.
The person kept the rifle's muzzle pointed skyward, resting on their shoulder, and unhurriedly walked down the slope.
