Team Three looked toward Xiao Qimo with anticipation.
In the dim light, his tea-colored eyes met the pitch-black pupils beneath the Reaper Mask, the only window for communication between them. Identities were hard to discern, but emotions were not.
In that faint cold gleam, Team Three read the aloofness and disregard of the Team One commander, who seemed to keep others at a thousand-mile distance.
"Thanks, but no involvement."
The calm voice, altered by a voice changer and automatically translated, reached Team Three with precision. Despite an empty seat of the Team Two commander between them, it still made him shiver uncontrollably.
Team One is Team One, with an undoubtedly powerful presence.
One can only wonder what such a person is like in real life.
He touched his nose, no longer as in control as before. With big boss one and two above him, he, being the third, could only be a junior.
Then someone reminded,
