Signs of Trouble

"No need." Qu Jianlei shook his head in disagreement. "Just don't use your Inner Breath... this is the spine!"

"We still have plenty of Limb Regeneration Potions," Bentley said without hesitation. "Once Wei Wushuang is dead, they'll be ours."

"Then go back to the Tian-character District first," Qu Jianlei replied gravely. "You saw it yourself. Why turn such a cramped place into a bloody mess?"

The Attack Ship's interior was indeed extremely cramped. Xiao Hu had also brought along a large amount of ammunition and Energy Blocks, taking up quite a bit of space.

Bentley wanted to insist, but considering that the other party was already a Supreme, he truly had no way to stubbornly argue further.

Comrades were comrades, but in the face of absolute strength, a certain degree of respect was still necessary.

So he could only mutter quietly, "Can a starship without blood even be called a warship?"

Seeing this, Hua Xiezhi hurriedly changed the subject. "What happened to Xiao Qin? Did she get caught up in this too?"

What she was really wondering was whether this might be a ploy by the Divine Script Society, a case of self-inflicted suffering.

In fact, Qu Jianlei harbored similar suspicions. No matter what, Xiao Qin belonged to the Central City Patrol Office.

That was why he had not awakened the two women, intending to deal with it after they arrived.

Still, he did not care much whether she might be a Hidden Agent. He could simply wake her up and ask.

Could a mere Rank B Warrior, one who had not undergone any relevant professional training, possibly conceal the truth from a Supreme's perception?

But Bentley was far too shrewd. In an instant, he understood the implication behind those words.

He gave a helpless smile. "Ma Long, Black Panther,