In the dark Forbidden Forest, a group of people ran back for their lives.
"Why were you hiding your identity? You should've told me sooner. Why did there have to be so many damn twists and turns?" He Jinqiu said as he ran. If Qing Chen had revealed his identity earlier, He Jinqiu would never have lured the giants over! Nor would he have led these two hundred-plus genetic warriors to Qing Chen, helping the Giant Dynasty pull off a diversion! And now, the giants had already begun doubting his motives because of Outpost Base No. 9.
This time, he had personally stepped in to stop them from killing Borton. The last scraps of trust were probably gone too.
He Jinqiu's connection with the Giant Dynasty, and the trust between them, had taken great effort to build. Now it had all gone down the drain. But he had no choice, because Marquis Borton had to stay alive.
Qing Chen smiled. "Where's Boss He's composure and calm? Why have they all disappeared? I do have an idea." "Hm?" He Jinqiu looked at Qing Chen.
But regardless of what this guy's idea was, he had reminded He Jinqiu of something with that one sentence.
Because his life was nearing its end, his state of mind had gradually begun to unravel. He was no longer as composed as before.
He Jinqiu sighed inwardly. Sure enough, even he could not remain calm in the face of life and death. After pondering for a moment, he said, "We'll go with your plan." Marquis Borton sat inside the tracked vehicle, staring through its holographic sandbox as hundreds of giants wreaked havoc outside, his mouth slowly falling open...
On the holographic sandbox, giants in crude underpants ran around the entire Third Division camp, occasionally tearing soldiers apart