"We've already found you, come out! Otherwise, we'll shoot." Marion pointed the gun at a sturdy tree in the jungle.
The others also aimed their guns at the thick tree in the jungle. The slight rustle was caught by the well-trained group, and all of them were on high alert, ready to turn the intruder into a beehive at the slightest provocation.
A man with a full beard stepped out from behind the tree.
"Who are you?"
"Brett Jacobs!" The man's voice was hoarse, like a throat long parched without water.
As night fell, only a bright moon hung in the sky. The man, with his face full of beard, would indeed look like a wild man living in the jungle if not for the clothes he wore, Brandon Potter thought.
"Brett Jacobs?" Brandon didn't recognize him at all.
"I'm here to find Sixth Master."
Brandon took out a flashlight and shone it on Brett's face. Brett instinctively raised his hand to block the light, "Brett, is it really you?"
"Yes!"
