Calling it "watching" might not have been accurate. There was a pair of oversized sunglasses in the way. The reflections on the coated lenses showed Yuan Wuwei's own image; who knew where Tu Ge's gaze was directed.
But it was precisely this sort of trend that made Yuan Wuwei panic—not his usual kind of panic.
"Uh, I—"
"Projection. Live stream interface."
Hearing Tu Ge speak, Yuan Wuwei remembered that the task Tu Ge had assigned him a few minutes ago was to watch the live stream while keeping an eye on firsthand information regarding those "rear-echelon orders."
There was no way this task would yield any obvious clues. But regardless, he should at least have opened the live stream interface by now.
In fact, Monroe's video conference invitation had come too quickly, and Yuan Wuwei had been listening too intently. He had not done a single thing he was supposed to do.
Now, under Tu Ge's gaze, he had to make up for it. Even with the powerful cool air blasted out by the off-road vehicle's air-conditioning compressor, Yuan Wuwei swiftly broke into a sweat, and it was nearly impossible to hide the moisture on his forehead.
This felt completely different from last night.
All the way from the Poison Swamp Zone, Yuan Wuwei had habitually indulged in verbal sparring and said so many thoughtless things, yet he had never felt his liver tremble for no reason like this.
Was he scaring himself?
Or was it...
Yuan Wuwei looked at his own reflection in the coated lenses and suddenly understood:
What was making his entire body feel ill at ease, making his heart race, making his sense of crisis explode, probably was not the Extraordinary Species still beyond visual range, nor their numbers. Nor was it merely wild speculation.
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