However, once he stepped into the darkness, he felt his kicked wrist, his eyes shadowed.
Lu Bu'er didn't actually know.
What Qingmu was doing now was also extremely risky; if discovered, it would be hard to explain. Of course, he now belonged to the Special Supervision and Management Bureau, and was not under military jurisdiction. He could forcefully claim he was there to investigate a case and would not be severely punished, but the fact that he had injured those Cocoon Breakers could well land him in prison.
Of course, compared to the risk of the events in the Land of the Departed being exposed, these were minor problems, barely acceptable.
The Dark Matter inside Lu Bu'er settled down again; he stared at the diminishing silhouette in the dark as if looking at a dead person, his gaze utterly unflinching.
The military camp was silent, not even drones hovered overhead, and the soldiers on night duty were also absent, obviously having been temporarily reassigned.
