The night gradually deepened.
A gasoline lamp hanging on a simple tripod emitted a pale light.
From time to time, students would get up to go to the makeshift toilets in tents nearby, and the whole playground was noisy, with soldiers on alert everywhere.
Chen Shouyi patrolled the playground along with the military martial artists.
Except for Xiao Changming who was relatively polite, the other two senior martial artists didn't show any friendliness at all. Especially one with a face full of flesh, who frequently challenged him with his gaze.
It ignited a simmering rage in Chen Shouyi's heart.
If not for the wrong circumstances, and this being military grounds, he would have slapped him to death.
Xiao Changming occasionally glanced at the students and suddenly asked solemnly, "Have you ever experienced hallucinations?"
Chen Shouyi withdrew his gaze and replied casually, "Perhaps!"
