Family
"Heh-heh! Heh-heh..."
Seeing Augusta bring up Hao Han's black eyes when it was the last thing he wanted to hear, Zeng Qi—the culprit—covered her mouth and giggled.
"What're you laughing at?"
Hao Han glared at her.
Damn it, the swelling around his eyes still hadn't gone down.
"Nothing. Huh, Silly Child, how dare you talk to me like that? I'll skewer you with my flying sword! Stab, stab, stab..."
Zeng Qi poked Hao Han's thigh with her toe, looking terribly pleased with herself.
Now that she was the Sword Immortal's disciple, she'd learned a powerful flying-sword technique. She could practically walk around with her nose in the air.
Hao Han looked utterly defeated. Could someone please do something about this crazy woman? She was getting completely out of hand!
"Augusta, I've already contacted the embassy for you. Do you want to wait for them to come get you, or take a car there yourself?"
Li Bai's voice came from inside the heavy-duty tractor cab.
It was a semi-trailer RV, after all. It had its advantages, but also its drawbacks. There was no way to connect directly to the tractor's cab, so they could only keep in touch through cameras and screens.
Given his current position, helping rescue innocent hostages was part of the peacekeeping force's duties. His actions were entirely by the book.
As for the Huda Tribe being wiped out by heavy artillery, that was the work of the artillery battalion of the Somali government forces' Sand Dune Giant Brigade. The area nearby was used for exercises. Maybe they'd got the map wrong? Given the locals' efficiency, accidentally firing shells into the city while conducting exercises near Mogadishu was perfectly normal.
There was no evidence of any direct connection between Li Bai and Major Kamo Osaka, the battalion