Real world.
Atop the abandoned lecture building.
A flash of light passed by.
Zhao Zhibing landed gently.
Xiao Baihong was standing on the steps nearby.
"Ah, I feel relieved now that the captain is back," he said with a smile.
Zhao Zhibing swept her gaze around.
They had departed with six people, but only Xiao Baihong returned—
along with the corpse of Ying on the ground.
"Was the battle fierce? How many talismans did you use this time, captain?" Xiao Baihong asked.
"Very few," Zhao Zhibing replied.
"That's exactly what I wanted to ask about, Captain. This trip to the Otherworld doesn't seem like your style. I remember that in the past, every time you went to the Otherworld, you would scatter talismans wildly," he continued.
The memory of those days made the corners of Xiao Baihong's mouth twitch slightly.
"I knew there was a traitor in the team, and I took the opportunity to evaluate Little Wu," Zhao Zhibing said succinctly.
