"Back already?"
The casually spoken words carried a chill more moving than the biting cold wind.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
However, they only had time to hear the subtle rustling of leaves, a few of which floated down with the wind. The figure that came into view had leapt down from the tree, landing with agile ease.
And he stood right before them.
In the light of the flashlight, everyone focused their gaze and saw Mo Shangjun, who should have been captured by the instructor, standing firm before them. She had a 95-style automatic rifle slung over her shoulder, her arms crossed with night vision goggles in hand, watching them with a languid gaze.
Everyone wore an expression as if they had seen a ghost.
"You, you, you... How are you here?"
Someone asked in panic, their voice trembling.
"Did you escape?" Pu Yan asked incredulously.
Sheng Xia's brows were furrowed tightly as he scrutinized the unharmed Mo Shangjun, also somewhat in disbelief.
