"Hmm?"
The Infant Eater glanced over at a passing container.
"What's wrong, Your Excellency?" Zhu Baiya asked, while lifting a heavy pistol, "Could there be enemies here?"
"...It's nothing."
It seemed that the Infant Eater had sensed something, and he smiled slightly:
"Just a little squirrel—no need to worry."
[This aura—it's Beta Rank!]
Li Aozi's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately pulled back, pressing his body against the containers on both sides, quietly eavesdropping on the two's conversation.
"Zhu Baiya, are you not concerned that your men are dying off?" the Infant Eater asked indifferently.
"What does it matter if they've all died? With this third-generation Ersha Armament, where can't I go? I can gather a team anywhere!"
Zhu Baiya caressed the head of the Ersha Armament, the completely lifeless and dehumanized youth showing no response at all, like a weapon entirely at its master's control.
