Misunderstanding? Accidental Injury?

The next day, after the four-person team finished breakfast, Jiang Xiao joined the Asian squatters and squatted with Gu Shi'an outside the prefab building, watching military vehicles and soldiers come and go.

Gu Shi'an had a cigarette between his lips. Squinting through the smoke, he said, "Searching the military camp—especially Chen Peng's tent—would be harder than climbing to heaven. Even if we're Huaxia reinforcements, they can't possibly let us search his tent."

Jiang Xiao didn't have a cigarette. He didn't want one, and Gu Shi'an wouldn't give him one either. This stuff wasn't good for him, so Gu Shi'an naturally wouldn't offer it.

In fact, ever since the two of them had met, Jiang Xiao had always been the one to ask for a cigarette before Gu Shi'an reluctantly gave him one while trying to dissuade him.

Jiang Xiao said, "Mm, of course. We'd better report it. Being careful can never hurt."

Gu Shi'an shrugged without saying anything.

Jiang Xiao got up and walked back into the prefab building. Han Jiangxue and Xia Yan were both sitting against their headboards like meditating monks, absorbing star power. Jiang Xiao picked up a black walkie-talkie and said, "Team Seven calling Daoist."

Xia Yan opened her eyes and looked at Jiang Xiao with a smile. "You don't actually believe that child, do you?"

Jiang Xiao pressed the walkie-talkie again. "Team Seven calling Daoist."

Chen Qidao's voice came through the walkie-talkie. "Password."

Jiang Xiao glanced at his watch. "102819."

"What is it?"

Jiang Xiao said, "Sir, we need some help."

Chen Qidao said, "Speak."

Jiang Xiao said, "It's inconvenient. I need to tell you in person."

The other end of the walkie-talkie fell silent. After a while, Chen Qidao's voice came through. "Come to my tent at 18:00."

Jiang Xiao said, "Are you still