Inside the base, the night was tranquil.
Before the lights-out bugle call, Mo Shangjun avoided all surveillance and reached a wall of the base close to the outer street.
Mo Shangjun patted her hands, just about to climb over the wall, when she suddenly heard a familiar, chilling voice—
"Where are you planning to go?"
Mo Shangjun paused slightly.
Recognizing who it was, Mo Shangjun wasn't panicked. What shocked her was that someone had blatantly followed her, yet she had failed to notice.
It was somewhat of a blow to her pride.
Touching her nose, Mo Shangjun turned her body and casually leaned against the wall, lazily looking towards the figure standing not far away.
Ya Tianxing stood about four or five meters away from her, right in the shadow of trees. Dressed in black, he blended in, hardly noticeable unless looked for carefully.
In the shadows, only Ya Tianxing's figure was visible, his features unclear, merely his silhouette apparent, and his expression remained unknown.
