However, that could be Yu Liang.
This thought circled in Li Huazhao's mind, and he instinctively grew worried.
What if he really came?
Standing on the open ground of the air-raid shelter, Li Huazhao turned around, his eyes continually landing on places where someone might be hiding, mentally ruling each one out.
Behind the rock pillar, no one.
Inside the cave, no one.
At the corner of the ceiling, no one.
The Wanderers' tent, Biu—
Imitating Spider-Man's gesture, Li Huazhao raised his hand and shot out a wad of spider silk that stuck to a nearby tent. Then, with a pull and a tug, he opened the tent to confirm that no one was hiding inside.
"What are you doing?" the Great Elder frowned, somewhat puzzled by what the assassin before her was up to.
"Quiet," Li Huazhao shot back, his tone unfriendly as he turned his head.
What's the fuss, busy here.
After checking around, Li Huazhao realized something else.
