It was as if their very souls had been seen through.
"Ding Zhenzong." A man with rough skin and an even rougher voice spoke hoarsely. "I've spent years working at sea, serving as first mate on an ocean-going cargo ship."
"Lin Qianqian. You can just call me Qianqian. I'm... I'm a radio host." A sweet-looking woman spoke. As she did, she rubbed her hands together, seeming a little nervous.
"Radio hosts get nervous too?" The blond-haired guy in a school uniform and earrings mocked her without mercy. "Sis, maybe you should quit. You can barely hold a conversation."
"Little brother, I host a midnight program about unsolved mysteries and paranormal events. I don't take calls from listeners, so I don't need to communicate with them." Lin Qianqian explained patiently.
The blond-haired high schooler, who looked like a delinquent, twitched his cheek, then put on a revolting smile and said ominously, "Sister Qianqian, don't go throwing around the phrase 'little brother.' We've never slept together, so how do you know I'm little?"
All kinds of people could show up on a mission, and nobody cared. Even Lin Qianqian herself pretended she hadn't heard, keeping a straight face.
If she'd made it this far, Lin Qianqian was obviously no innocent lamb. Anyone fooled by appearances would probably die without even knowing what had killed them.
"Since we've all met, just call me Yao Shunyu." The blond-haired high schooler grinned, showing an obnoxious smile. "I'm a high school student at the Seventh Senior High School in Mobei City. I'm here to represent my alma mater."
The fat man silently observed three seconds of mourning for Yao Shunyu's school.
After Yao Shunyu finished speaking, the room fell briefly silent.
Only Jiang Cheng and the fat man, along with the old man in the martial