"Tiandao, are you sure my brother will be fine on his own? Do we need to..."
Chen Xing stood atop a clock tower outside the Gear Church, watching Chen Kong silently infiltrate the Gear Church below using the Mark of the Void, her brows knitted tightly.
Isabelle had clearly promised to keep an eye on him, so why had that reckless fool waded back into these muddy waters?
Beside Chen Xing, Tiandao, who had already removed his disguise, sat on the edge of the clock tower rooftop with Danika, who was clutching a bag of chips and carrying her Small Backpack.
Unlike Chen Xing's grave expression,
Tiandao and Little Danika looked as relaxed as if they were out on a picnic.
They were completely unfazed.
As Tiandao fiddled with the "coin" in his hand, he glanced sideways at Little Danika, who had just pulled out her chips. With a whoosh of his left hand, he snatched the chips from Danika's grasp, tossed them into his mouth, and began eating with a grin.
"Relax, Xing. Your brother will be fine."
Yet Tiandao's words did not ease her furrowed brow. She was clearly still worried about Chen Kong.
Seeing this, Tiandao held down the little green-haired mutt beside him, who was so furious she wanted to bite his arm, and said bluntly, "Kong might be a bit too much of a bleeding heart, but he's no helpless weakling."
"On the contrary, his strength definitely ranks among the best in the Steam Capital today."
"Not to mention, I found him the strongest possible backup in the Steam Capital. This round, he can win lying down. No throws, guaranteed victory."
"The strongest backup?"
Chen Xing raised a brow and turned back. The morning breeze atop the clock tower brushed over her cheek, lifting the