The members that were standing on the other side quickly dropped down. There were five of them in total—three men and two women.
All of them were crudely dressed, either in leather jackets, open tops, and some of the women were wearing clothing that only covered their chest, revealing their stomach and other areas.
It was clear as day that these were not researchers, and even their clothing didn’t match the environment they were in.
“I think we should let me handle the talking,” Rickle said as he continued to walk, fearlessly, despite knowing who these people were.
In the center of the group was a man in a small sleeveless leather jacket, revealing his arms and even the sides of his hips since the jacket was so small.
He even had an odd hat on his head, slanted to the side.
“I’m going to give you two a warning right now—that you should turn around,” the man at the front said. “I’m Astal, and you might have heard of me.”