“Hey, how good are you in combat?”
When Hu Changzai walked over to her side and whispered, Lin Sanjiu was just about to check the details on her Diary Card.
“Huh?” Caught unaware, she was a little uncertain how she should reply. “Average, I guess.”
At the same time, their group of six was walking toward the direction of Long Hua Street. “Sha… Sha…” Six pairs of shoes shuffled along the sand covered ground. After that short exchange of words, nobody spoke again. Scorching hot sand dust clouded the air, as a strong wind whistled through the air. Hu Changzai kept one step behind her and remained silent for quite some time. Just when Lin Sanjiu assumed that he had given up speaking to her, he suddenly gave a heavy sigh. He lowered his voice and whispered, “Did you know? I am not supposed to be on this team.”
