Performing God Mask

Dawn had broken.

Inside the camp tent, Huang Yu yawned and sat down beside the dining table.

The table was laden with mixed vegetables, poached fish, shredded meat in sauce, meat-filled baozi, youtiao, milk, and soy milk.

The dishes were rich in color. They were nothing especially extravagant, but considering they were on a battlefield rather than at home, being able to eat this much was already pretty good.

Even foul-mouthed Huang Yu had nothing to complain about. He drank a cup of soy milk first, then picked up a meat-filled baozi and ate it with the shredded meat in sauce until his face glistened with oil.

Footsteps rang out nonstop.

He Dong, Zheng Huan, Chen Ling, and the other captains entered one after another.

They glanced at Huang Yu, then each picked up a bowl and chopsticks and began breakfast.

"Say, there's still no word from Captain Yu?"

As he ate, Huang Yu called out to the Team 1 member responsible for receiving the captains in the corner of the tent.

The team member shook his head, his expression dim.

Huang Yu's eyes rolled. He bit into a meat-filled baozi, ladled several pieces of poached fish into his bowl, then lowered his voice.

"Brothers, what do you think? Do Captain Yu and the others still have a chance?"

He Dong, an old chain-smoker, took a sip of soy milk before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

Hearing that, he took a drag and said, "Whether they have a chance or not, only Heaven knows. Why do you care so much?"

Huang Yu spat out a fishbone. "How can I not care?"

"After all, we're all part of the Xuanming Department."

Chen Ling gave a cold laugh. "I'm afraid someone's intentions lie elsewhere."

Huang Yu laughed awkwardly. "Chen, I