"Can you hurry it up?"
"You could save the world easily, or save it with a heavy heart. Anyone would choose the easy way, right?"
Zhao Bai kept spouting nonsense. "You need to get used to the process."
He turned around to find Fu Hua standing there with her arms crossed, looking at him helplessly.
He absolutely could not keep dragging this out.
He would get beaten to death.
"I deliberately said earlier that we'd already obtained intelligence and planted a tracking device on him. After hearing us say that, the enemy, feeling uneasy, would instinctively go back to check. All we had to do was follow him."
"So that's why you told me to spare him?"
Fu Hua lowered her head thoughtfully. It really was a good method that did not require a single bullet.
Zhao Bai might actually be surprisingly reliable?!
"Who's handling that?"
Fu Hua asked.
"Of course, my wife."
Fu Hua turned her head away. Fine, she would just pretend she had never said that.
Zhao Bai was only a chef. When it came to technical support, Bronya naturally provided remote assistance. That was not outside help—how could his wife helping him possibly count as outside help?
"Ah... I think I forgot about Kiana."
Fu Hua had been savoring Zhao Bai's surprise when she remembered something awkward.
The group hurried downstairs. Though the entrance was piled high with sandbags meant to stop bullets and shrapnel, there was unexpectedly no one there—not even a sound. It was an extremely bizarre sight.
The front doors were tightly shut.
Fu Hua punched the tempered glass. Cracks spread across it, and the glass shattered like snowflakes.
Only then did the scene inside the hotel come into view.
Kiana was eating.
Beside her lay a huge pile of unconscious men. The