Moments later, the icy blade was retracted.
The military saber drew an arc in the air, before sliding smoothly back into its sheath with a casual flick of the wrist.
"Excuse me, take off your clothes," Mo Shangjun tapped her on the shoulder.
"I'm dead!"
The female soldier stiffened, not turning her head, and cried out as if wronged greatly.
Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow, lifted her arm, took a step forward to the side of the female soldier, wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and leaned close to her ear, speaking leisurely, "Would you rather be exposed in your birthday suit, or would you prefer to leave some dignity for yourself after death?"
The female soldier's body halted for a moment.
A moment later, she chose to compromise.
...
The two of them exchanged clothes.
Mo Shangjun stripped the female soldier of all her gear, then compared it with her own, creating room by removing the surplus equipment from her.
In the end, she handed a signal flare to the female soldier.
