It wasn't supposed to go awry but yet here they were—Hua Zhao was in danger and they were only going to hope he comes out unscathed?! His colleague had just called him a convenient distraction as if the person's life was simply a soldier in a game of chess! A coldness washed over her. Their goal to save her friends took more precedence.
It made sense to do so but her feet were pinned to the sand, they would really just let Hua Zhao fend for himself?
Han Jing raised a hand up, "I'll do it."
"What?" Was it her or Mou Gu that asked the question? She stared at Han Jing who was looking towards the direction where Hua Zhao had run off too.
He gave them a confident grin, "The two of you chase after Mister Balloon Guy and I'll help out with Zhao! And give me one of those earpieces, it'd be easier to coordinate an escape if I find the guy—"
