"Please note, the teleportation gate can only be used thirty times!"
"Hurry up and go!" Yin Shangwu urged. Everyone understood that Trojan's hint meant only thirty teams could leave this area.
"What's with that child?" Tao Ran tugged on Tang Zheng's clothes and pointed to a telegraph pole twenty meters away.
An eight-year-old child was hiding behind it, peeking over timidly.
"Baichuan?" Dantai inquired. The child had been staring at Chu Baichuan the whole time, so it was obvious he was related.
"I don't know." Chu Baichuan replied angrily, wishing he could kill the brat.
"This is a team. Don't let your temper delay intelligence. Quickly, what's going on?" Yin Shangwu scolded. The Warhammer team was full of oddballs, and she still couldn't understand how they had survived to the Holy Land War.
"The murder machine made by Trojan insists it's my son. Damn it, if it weren't for him, Yixin wouldn't have died." Chu Baichuan's eyes turned red, filled with the urge to kill.
