"Hey! Where did you come back from?!"
The voice carried a hint of resentment and anger.
Mo Shangjun slightly furrowed her brows, loosened her backpack straps, and raised her hand to touch her ears.
It was a bit noisy.
Turning around, Mo Shangjun looked up and saw Sheng Xia approaching with a gun in tow, her steps large, her expression cold and suspicious, her gaze upon Mo like that of someone scrutinizing a prisoner – icy and intent.
Mo Shangjun didn't answer, her demeanor nonchalant.
Sheng Xia walked right up to her, an imposing aura about her, and said with a heavier tone, "I'll ask you again, where did you come from?!"
This time, Mo Shangjun furrowed her brows deeply.
Her speed in launching an attack was unbelievably fast.
