It's a gift horse they won't accept; they don't want to play the fool.
Jing Youlan and the rest exchanged glances. "What should we do," they communicated by reading each other's lips.
With furrowed brows, having their own people in the enemy's hands was extremely disadvantageous for them.
Jing Youlan gritted her teeth; had they not been in continuous assessment, lacking rest and food over these few days, they wouldn't have lost to a bunch of robbers.
And now they were being threatened.
This was probably their most unsuccessful outing yet; soldiers outdone by robbers marked a huge blemish on their lives.
Lips pursed, eyes alert, they considered how to deal with the enemy as they watched Xia Luoyu in their grasp.
Xia Luoyu cautiously felt the gun by her head, thinking about how she could escape. She didn't want her own predicament to affect everyone's assessment.
Otherwise, it would become her life's greatest regret.
