The light from the street lamps was dim, and moths fluttered towards them.
This was the second time Xia Hongmian had seen Lin Baici.
He had just gone through a game with a pollution intensity of 5.0, yet he looked as relaxed as if he had been out on a field trip.
Only the sweat on his body, stained with the fishy smell of blood and the scent of wild dogs, made him appear somewhat ragged.
"Sister, let me tell you, Little Lin... um, Lin Baici was super impressive this time. He convinced those people to unite like strands into a rope, and his keen judgement in picking out the most suitable people to catch frisbees was spot on!"
Standing beside Xia Hongmian, Xia Hongyao chattered incessantly, praising Lin Baici's achievements: "The last challenge, finding dog food against the clock, was so showy it made my scalp tingle!"
"I think we should call him Bai Ci‧Holmes‧Lin from now on!"
To High Ponytail, the second round of dog fighting was the simplest, hardly worth mentioning.
