Chen Xiaolian's brows were furrowed tightly.
From a while ago, the distant sound of explosions had been causing his heart to sink continuously.
Bluesea, you... you wouldn't be in trouble, right?
He glanced at the three people sitting at the entrance of the convenience store behind him. Yang Lin's face carried some concern, frequently looking in the direction of the explosions; Daniel seemed indifferent, whistling, but his fists were clenched tight; the Swiss woman, Grace, had her gun at the ready, repeatedly pulling out the magazine to check it, making sure it was fully loaded.
Chen Xiaolian had heard the noises from afar, and naturally, the other three did too.
But not a single one took the initiative to speak to Chen Xiaolian or even to converse among themselves.
If Bluesea really... didn't come back...
Would he truly have to rely on these three to take him back to their "village"?
Doubts filled Chen Xiaolian's heart.
