Lu Xin's family was looking at the monster that had swallowed the entire convoy earlier.
It was still standing at the front of a group of veteran drivers, wearing that strange white outfit. Its bright-red tentacles were wrapped tightly around itself, and it stood there in a neat formation like an eagle catching chicks, its little head hanging low as its body trembled faintly.
Sister was crouched on its head, curiously feeling its ears with both hands.
It was probably because Sister was keeping watch over it that, when the baby's wail rang out, it hadn't been able to escape.
It had become a hostage.
Lu Xin rose and walked toward it, counting the people behind the little monster.
There were thirty-seven people from the convoy, not one missing.
There was even one extra. After looking closely, Lu Xin realized it was a man in casual clothes. He stood at the very front with his head lowered, both hands resting on the monster's shoulders. His face was impossible to make out.
"Could this be the staff member from our Central City office?"
Lu Xin suddenly thought of something and was slightly surprised.
He had been waiting for the office representative to come and contact him, but the man had never shown up.
Could it be that he hadn't stood him up, but had arrived early and been caught first?
...Han Bing had said that the office personnel were quite professional, but this was it?
Lu Xin felt even more contempt for his Qinggang colleague.
In any case, rescuing the people came first. After circling the monster once, Lu Xin came to the one at the front, looked down at him, and said seriously, "Are you going to release them yourself, or should I think of a way?"
The monster's body