Back at the camp, Anthony kept staring at the red dot on the communicator. He knew that this group of Predators was just the fastest batch, and more would follow.
"What are you daydreaming about, Anthony? That primitive group of Predators doesn't even have guns. Are you afraid?"
Seeing Anthony lost in thought, Sandra simply thought he was a bit scared.
Anthony gave a calm smile, "Why should I be afraid of three hundred people without muskets? It's just, since muskets have shown up on this island, I wonder if future opponents will also have the same weapons and equipment."
"After all, I'm not the only one who can make muskets on this deserted island; Ben can too."
Anthony took a deep breath and, without waiting for Sandra to speak, turned and headed to the native camp. No matter what h
