"These past few days, rest well. Once you log on, you'll be busy," said Murphy, his gaze fixed on the darkening horizon of Transylvania.
"No worries, no worries, I'm young and strong; I can handle more pressure! Bring on more of those exclusive missions; I can take it!" replied Stick Brother, undaunted by the pressure.
Stick Brother was in high spirits and didn't feel overwhelmed.
He cheerfully said goodbye to Brother Fa and then logged out of the forum. He turned off his game helmet, threw it into his suitcase, and started happily packing his luggage for the trip.
Meanwhile, under the night sky at the border of Transylvania, Murphy fell into a contemplative state once more.
He could easily guess why the other party impersonated Alpha Company's medical team to do a check-up— by using a "spook the snake by hitting the grass" tactic.
