Communication control was lifted, and the radio came to life; Gao Yuan could hear all the calls through his headset.
It was actually a bit awkward—clad in Brightflash Armor, Modao Saber in hand, a Gold Melon Hammer at his waist, Gao Yuan looked out of place with a modern headset, which could only be hung on his belt.
Either forfeit communication or ruin the look.
After some thought, Gao Yuan decided that contact was more important than appearance, so he eventually wore the walkie-talkie outside his armor.
But, on second thought, at least he hadn't attached night vision goggles to his helmet.
When Gao Yuan heard Yang Yi say they had fallen for it, he felt as if he had dropped into an ice hole; his heart instantly turned cold.
Gao Yuan looked at Ram in surprise, but Ram's face was hidden behind his mask, expression unseen.
Ram shook his head at Gao Yuan and then whispered, "Don't worry, everything is under control."
Was everything really under control?
