The two men had taken no more than ten steps into the woods when the barrel of a g*n stopped them in their tracks. Taylor instinctively lifted his hands, but Jinhun only laughed and shouted something in a language unknown to his companion. An answer came from behind a tree, and the person holding the g*n came out. Taylor gave out a sound of pure astonishment.
Towards them walked a small man; he could have easily be mistaken for a fifteen-year-old if it hadn't been for the wrinkled dark skin that also drooped from his cheeks. Taylor was unable to decide his nationality as all facial features suggested some strange symbiosis between Chinese, Indian and Nepalese. Without a doubt, what shocked Taylor most was the outfit of the old man.
He was wearing a long, bright red robe that covered near
