Bick suddenly stood up, his face showing clear terror. He began to tidy up the cutlery on the table, and his wife did the same, quickly pulling their three children into the next room.
There was still noise outside the door, Tang Ye could not understand the conversation, but he recognized a few familiar words and knew the language spoken by the people outside was English.
There were seven people, in Kimberlite City, there were two surviving forces, one was Bick's family of five, and the other was a group of seven, probably not a family, and they were now right outside the door!
As Mr. and Mrs. Bick started to act, the three children, apparently unaware of the seriousness of the situation, stubbornly clung to their chairs, unwilling to move, and continued to eat the food on the table voraciously.
"Come with mom, the bad guys are coming!"
"But, I don't see any bad guys? I haven't finished eating yet…"
"Stop eating!"
"Ano, be good!"
"Wah wah…"
