"Wheeze..."
Inside the room, all that remained was the group's hurried breathing.
Smack!
Suddenly, the captain viciously slapped the young team member across the face. "D-1073! What are you doing? You got them killed!"
"Captain... I—I just instinctively wanted to save them!"
The young man's voice was thick with sobs.
Han Bingjie stared at the sniper rifle in his hands and suddenly realized that this was the one who had fired just now.
It seemed he had acted rashly after all?
"Everyone... Since things have come this far, perhaps we can speak frankly."
Chu He lit a section of candle and casually asked, "Are you mercenaries? Or government agents?"
"Since things have come this far, there's indeed no need to hide anything anymore. We're from the Foundation."
Jiang Hua gazed at his prayer beads and answered with a sigh.
"The Foundation?"
Murong Hong sounded puzzled.
"Calling us government agents wouldn't be entirely accurate. Our Foundation is a worldwide organization dedicated to handling supernatural incidents across the globe," Jiang Hua explained.
"As expected, with big data and comparative analysis, it would be impossible not to uncover some unusual circumstances... A worldwide organization—the Foundation, is it?"
Chu He nodded.
"If this Foundation exists, why haven't you come forward to help us?" Han Bingjie's mouth fell open, his face filled with confusion and anger.
"There are reasons beyond our control..."
Jiang Hua smiled bitterly. "We can discuss that after we get out. My name is Jiang Hua, and I'm a Grave Master. Could you tell me what you know about that Grave Thing?"
"You took her for a Grave Thing?"
Chu He nodded, then shook his head. "Her name is Su Nuan. Just a few hours ago, she was still our companion... Because of the recklessness of one of your members, she really