Ji Jue said nothing and picked up the binoculars.
Amid the still-raging wind and snow, the convoy slowly approached from afar. The pale paint hastily sprayed onto it was peeling away, faintly revealing the heavy armored bodies beneath.
A normal rescue team wouldn't have this many Chosen Ones.
Likewise, they wouldn't be carrying this many weapons.
Nor would they be this blatant.
"...A little slower, slower—right here!"
Ji Jue glanced over. The radio hanging from his chest automatically connected to their internal channel. "Lead vehicle, be careful. Once you find them, don't go too far forward. One of those two is White Deer!"
"Watch out for the Artisan. I heard he's pretty uncanny."
"Don't get too close. Rear vehicles, get your gear ready."
"Are they even alive? In a White Hair Wind this bad, even locals would have a hard time. They might've frozen into balls already."
"Wouldn't it be better if they were dead? Take a couple of pictures of the corpses and we can split a few million."
A burst of laughter came through the noisy channel.
"What a bunch of little punks."
Ji Jue sighed regretfully. "It's only just begun, and they already can't hold themselves back. The platter's been brought to the table, but there isn't even a main dish... Can you handle them?"
"Huh? Just me?"
An Ning caught his meaning and immediately became reluctant. "I was thinking Brother Ji Jue and I could fight side by side, defeat a strong enemy, and build up our bond and feelings a little."
"This isn't some hot-blooded manga. Where would we get that kind of thing?"
"Then what about feelings?"
"Sorry, we don't have those either."
Ji Jue looked at An Ning, who was still about to bargain, then delivered the killing blow. "Little An is better.