The aircraft was fairly large.
Baimu boarded through the rear hatch and found four small hovercraft shaped like balance scooters, all showing signs of use.
At least a four-person team...
He withdrew his gaze without a trace and followed silently as the young man helped the woman into the cabin.
At the same time, he readied himself for a fight.
But even after a long wait, no third person came running from the cockpit, and no voice sounded over the speaker above him.
Had I guessed wrong?
"..."
Baimu watched in silence as the young man frantically found a first-aid kit, pulled out a syringe filled with some unknown liquid, and quickly injected the woman's arm.
"Urgh—"
The woman's whole body went rigid, like a Goldeen on its last breath.
A few seconds later, her chest heaved violently several times. The feverish red faded from her face, and her breathing steadied.
"Boss? How do you feel?" the young man asked anxiously.
"Where are Joe and the others?"
The woman, propped up in her seat, asked, "Weren't they with you?"
The young man looked ready to cry. "No! The Sandstorm blew everyone away! If I hadn't run fast, we'd have lost the ship too! As soon as I escaped, I used the tracker to find you, Boss!"
She frowned and was about to say something, but when she remembered Baimu was there, she swallowed her words.
"My friend, thank you!"
She held out a hand and introduced herself. "I'm Anda, captain of this ship. He's my subordinate, Matsumoto."
Baimu, who had just heard that their entire group had nearly been wiped out, chuckled inwardly. He shook her hand and gave her a false name. "Just call me Zhang San."
"Zhang San?"
Matsumoto muttered from the side, "What a strange name."
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