"Something's off?"
An Ning was stunned, tilting her head to look at him. Meow, meow, meow?
Why don't you take a look at yourself before saying such nonsense? When these people are put together in an unprepared encounter, which one of them isn't capable of killing a craftsman like you dozens of times over?
"What's off?" An Ning didn't understand. "Is it because they didn't satisfy you, didn't say sorry to you?"
"The number of people—"
Leaning on the Mechanical Descent, after repeatedly watching and checking all the video records, his notes, and sticky notes since departure, Ji Jue finally found the source of his instinctive unease.
"The numbers don't match!"
"From the start until now, Northern Realm, New Yuan, and Sky City, we've seen all our opponents, right? Various random bandits, assassins, and riff-raff... we can temporarily exclude them."
