"..."
Fu Hua, how did you know so much?
Zhao Bai nearly grabbed Fu Hua's hand on the spot to properly thank Squad Leader.
No, I have to be reserved.
"Let me think about it."
Zhao Bai coughed and squeezed out his answer through clenched teeth.
Fu Hua was smart too. She knew what answer she had received, then reached out and rapped Zhao Bai on the back of the head three times, making him nod in sudden understanding.
Fu Hua left.
Theresa finally emerged from the room, trembling.
Bronya stared at Zhao Bai and asked in confusion, "What did it mean when Squad Leader knocked on your head three times just now?"
"It's a code only people from Shenzhou understand."
That was Zhao Bai's answer, and Bronya had no idea what had happened.
It was an allusion from the classical novel "Journey to the West." The Bodhi Patriarch knocked the Monkey King on the head three times, meaning: come to my room at midnight.
That sounded rather ambiguous.
But Zhao Bai knew exactly what it meant.
Lying on the bed, Zhao Bai stared at the Xuanyuan Sword. The child swayed up and down as if she never grew tired.
The third watch was roughly from eleven at night to one in the morning. Taking the midpoint, it was about midnight.
Fu Hua definitely wasn't at her own home.
When she came over, she had been wearing a pure white attendant's uniform, probably because she was getting ready to go to work.
A bartender at a bar.
The more Zhao Bai thought about it, the more something felt off. Could Fu Hua be planning to learn from him and have people work for free by taking them on as disciples?
That was very possible.
With that thought in mind, Zhao