"Not good, run for it!" Seeing over forty red dots suddenly appear on the radar screen, Yu Manli felt her scalp go numb and screamed loudly, urging Ruan Feifei to speed up.
The Silver Trojan's malicious sense of humor was acting up again. This thing's radar worked intermittently, sometimes even showing enemies as friendly green dots. This time, they had masked the detection of the South Korean team. Had Yu Manli not been crafty and left early, they would have run straight into them.
"Looking at the enemy's lineup, there's probably a Fourth Order. What if Su Han is killed?" Shao Ou was worried that the mission item would be stolen, and he had no psychological burden about fleeing; after all, Su Han had never helped them before. They'd just met and temporarily formed a team.
"Let Tang Zheng worry about it. We have no place in a battle of this level; getting involved would be courting death." The female anchor didn't want to die; her around-the-world journey was far from over.
