Glancing at Mo Ling beside him, Napier laughed bitterly once they walked out of the store. "You've suffered because of me. I think you'll be better off returning to the New Holy War Team. I'm the main one they're annoyed with since I can't control my mouth, but you would be fine since you don't talk much."
Mo Ling shook his head. Once the pillar of the Heaven's Fate squadron, Mo Ling had matured much since then. "That place is not suitable for us. Although life will be tougher, we now have time on our hands. Being able to stay true to yourself is the most important thing as a living person."
"Sigh, if only Captain was still here," Napier Mo couldn't help but lament. They weren't scared of trouble, but they lacked leadership skills. "Captain said that we could find Wang Zhong for help if we encountered any trouble and that he's very reliable, but Wang Zhong can't even save himself now, sigh…"
"I know, right?"
