The journey from the tiny village to town was at least another seven or eight miles. Their clothes were wet and muddy, and the cold breeze rushing against them as they ran had them shivering the whole way.
Quite a number of villagers were hurt during the brawl, and they were quickly sent to the village clinic.
On the other hand, Isaac and the others were invited back into the Village chief's house once more.
Since Isaac had made it clear to him about the intention of their visit, he quickly fell into conversation with the chief about his plans for the redevelopment project. It went without saying that the little village was more welcoming of Isaac and his company than it was of Warhunt Corporation.
On the other side of town, Harriet and the Mortodors ran straight for about two or three kilometers and walked for another half an hour before finally meeting their rescuers.
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