As they approached, Martin finally got a clear look at the three people. Standing in front was a man about their age.
This man had a striking mohawk, which matched his arrogant and self-important demeanor, as if he thought himself better than everyone else.
Behind the man with the mohawk were two men, both middle-aged, with burly builds, flanking him like bodyguards.
Martin paid little attention to the man with the mohawk and the middle-aged man on his left, keeping his gaze fixed on the man on the right.
Martin had a nagging feeling that this middle-aged man looked very familiar.
Gradually, the three of them walked into the camp and stood in front of Martin and his group.
The man with the mohawk looked at Aimee, Cathy, and Fiona with a broad smile, his eyes brazenly scanning them up
