Chen Zhou patiently waited for the two to get ready, pointed the rifle slightly towards the sky, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
"Bang bang!"
A crisp gunshot was followed by two thunderous explosions of gunpowder.
Caught off guard, the indigenous people were almost scared to the point of collapsing to the ground.
They looked in terror at Saturday and Sunday, at the smoking gun barrels in their hands, at Chen Zhou who was standing even closer, almost unable to control themselves from running away.
Dusty memories were rekindled once more.
They suddenly remembered that on the day they were captured, their companions fell after this terrifying sound.
Today, who would be devoured by this invisible monster that could take lives and shatter skulls?
...
Thanks to the bit of trust built over several days, the indigenous people finally managed to restrain their urge to flee and continued to follow Chen Zhou after the three shots.
