"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat..."
In the dense rainforest, a diesel boat sliced through the river's surface, churning up waves.
By the riverbank.
A burly man enduring the oppressive humidity sprang to attention, standing tall as he shouted loudly, "They're here! Everyone, look sharp for me!"
"Swish."
A group of dark-skinned men dressed as militia immediately puffed out their chests and raised their intimidating rifles.
Such a scene, placed in any civilized society, would appear nothing short of surreal.
"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat..."
The diesel boat docked.
"Mr. Xing, Mr. Xu, welcome to Dongba. I am Wei Yi, the General has sent me to escort you."
The burly man leading the armed personnel at the riverbank forced a cheerful and affable smile, in stark contrast to his intimidating demeanor.
Despite the local accent,
he spoke pure Mandarin.
