As Shen Qianqian was feeling doubtful, Duan Zimu had already approached.
He stopped, slung the sniper rifle on his shoulder, and then glanced at Mo Shangjun and Shen Qianqian.
"So late?" Duan Zimu raised an eyebrow.
"Took a detour," Mo Shangjun shrugged.
After all, she was here to help Shen Qianqian overcome her psychological barriers to shooting, and incidentally, to test Shen Qianqian's physical stamina.
Without asking Mo Shangjun the reason for the detour, Duan Zimu directly said, "Let's start."
After speaking, Duan Zimu turned and walked back into the darkness.
Mo Shangjun shook her flashlight, then turned to face Shen Qianqian, who stood behind her looking bewildered.
The flashlight beam didn't reach Shen Qianqian, and Mo Shangjun also failed to notice Shen Qianqian's perplexity.
"Follow him," Mo Shangjun said.
Mo Shangjun raised her hand, and the light swept over Duan Zimu's retreating figure.
"What for?" Shen Qianqian asked, taken aback.
