Chen Wen quickly walked to the door and pressed against the crack to listen to the sounds outside.
After a moment, he lowered his palm and whispered, "Those are human footsteps, no less than three people."
The bearded man put down his bottle and picked up his hunting rifle.
Meanwhile, the short-haired man stood by the window and looked outside through the glass.
"Passersby, who are you?"
The short-haired man asked loudly.
Taking advantage of the short-haired man's shout, the bearded man crouched, avoided the light, and raised his rifle to stand behind the door.
The footsteps outside paused for a moment.
After a tense wait by the three, a relatively aged voice came through.
"Snow Plains, Derek."
Upon hearing the familiar name, the short-haired man and the bearded man immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
The short-haired man opened the window and shone a flashlight over: "Derek! Come quickly! Hot stew and good wine are waiting for you at the table!"
