Crisis

The man carrying the axe walked past, just three meters in front of him. All it would take was a slight turn of the head or a change in direction, and he would spot Yuan Xiaotian.

But he didn't. He simply walked past Yuan Xiaotian, his upper body rigid and his steps stiff and deliberate.

"What's going on?" Yuan Xiaotian couldn't make sense of it. "Is hiding in the office area all I have to do to stay safe? Is that the way out?"

It was possible, but Yuan Xiaotian felt it seemed too simple. It didn't fit the overall impression this mission had given them.

Before he knew it, the wind and rain outside had eased considerably. At this rate, the rain would stop in half an hour at most.

If nothing unexpected happened, the crisis would be over when the rain stopped.

The strange man carrying the axe had appeared only after it started raining. In other words, the rain had dragged him into another world.

And once the rain ended, the strange man with the axe would disappear too.

Yuan Xiaotian had been on similar missions before, so he had some experience.

All I have to do is hold out for another half hour. Half an hour at most, and the mission will be over. Yuan Xiaotian thought to himself.

Gradually, a woman's face surfaced in the depths of his mind: Li Mengyao, who had already been killed.

Yuan Xiaotian's nose suddenly prickled. He had joined the team relatively late, and Brother Qiang, their captain, was burdened with work and couldn't attend to every detail. Li Mengyao had helped him a lot.

Over time, he had developed feelings for Li Mengyao that fell somewhere between admiration and respect. They were complicated, and he couldn't quite describe them