Hearing Su Mo's words, the man's movements visibly paused for a moment, and then he cast a suspicious glance around Su Mo.
After confirming once more that he had no teammates nearby, a smile reappeared on his face.
He gently spread his hands, his harmless smile seeming so warm: "You're joking, my friend, we're really just trying to share the danger with you.
With such a large mark over your head exposing your location at all times, it's fortunate you're meeting us. If it were an alien race, you could very well...
Why not hand over the Professional Simulation Scroll in your hand to us, let us share the burden for you, what do you think!"
Su Mo didn't even bother to turn around to look at them, simply walking straight to a relatively flat patch of sand ahead.
He didn't care at all whether they would follow or what they might do if they did.
If they sensibly leave on their own, Su Mo wouldn't bother to chase them.
