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"Little Chen?"
Lin Mu pointed at himself.
"Xie Miao, don't give people nicknames the moment you meet them. You need to fix that bad habit."
"If you run into a truly powerful expert someday, they might get angry and punch you to death."
Zhang Yu turned to Xie Miao and warned him.
"Lin Mu, don't be angry. Xie Miao just likes joking around. He doesn't mean any harm."
"Captain, I'm not angry. It was just a little sudden." Lin Mu truly was not angry. Instead, he found it rather warm.
"We'll rest for a while, then set off right away," Zhang Yu said.
"May I ask what the five of you would like to drink?" A server walked over and asked with a slight bow.
"Five cups of warm water will do," Zhang Yu replied.
Lin Mu was a little puzzled. Martial artists were generally bold and forthright. Living on the edge of life and death, nearly every martial artist used alcohol to ease their tense nerves.
"We're heading into the wilderness now. We need to keep our minds clear at all times."
Seeing Lin Mu's puzzled expression, Xie Miao explained.
Twenty minutes passed quickly.
"Let's go. To the wilderness," Zhang Yu said as he rose.
"Yes, Captain." Lin Mu immediately picked up his Blood Shadow Battle Saber, backpack, and the rest of his gear.
The Death God Squad took a high-speed train to the northern military district of the base city—the same place where Lin Mu had taken his practical martial artist examination.
Rumble— The train slowly came to a stop at the military district station.
Numerous martial artist squads, like the Death God Squad, got off the train.
"Lin Mu, whenever martial artists like us go out to hunt monsters, we come to military districts for