Running swiftly like a wolf, with an imposing aura.
As the world spun around, Ying Lin only felt her body seem to fly up.
However, in the eyes of others, the scene was far too exaggerated.
Mu Fan took three steps in one stride, holding a young girl, and with a thud, leapt onto a container, then heavily jumped down again, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"They're rushing over!..."
The man in sunglasses on the outermost side mumbled to himself.
"Should we charge at them?"
The guy in the middle seemed not too bright.
"Charge your mom, run! This isn't a mission, remember this isn't a mission!"
The sunglasses man on the inside slapped the back of his teammate's head.
If they charged, he'd be the first to die. What a joke, this wasn't a Military Department mission. If they died off mission, it'd be nothing but embarrassing.
The country wouldn't provide special compensation just because Mole requested support.
