"Hey, are you sure you don't need to rest a little longer?"
Huang Zhuowang followed behind 39, his gaze flicking now and then to his blood-soaked clothes. Then he looked at his impassive face and steady stride, as if none of it affected him, and couldn't help wincing.
"Seriously, don't push yourself. If you can't manage, just take a break. What are you trying so hard for? Don't go tearing your wounds open by moving around. I was even thinking of killing a chicken just to help you recover..."
"You talk too much."
39 interrupted him impatiently. This guy was far too quick to act like they were old friends.
"Hey! I'm worried about you, and you say I talk too much?"
Huang Zhuowang felt a little indignant, but 39 ignored him. Crushed, he turned to pester Wei Yunmo instead.
"Hey! Experiment Subject, what do you think of that attitude?"
Wei Yunmo gave him a cold look. "We have people chasing us. We're in danger right now, and you're taking this far too lightly. Are you really a member of the organization?"
"The genuine article." Huang Zhuowang winked at him with a cheeky grin, then looked at 39. "I'm just on the technical side. When it comes to fighting, of course we have to rely on our Mr. 39. Fine, fine, it's all my fault no matter how you put it. I'll shut up."
"You should've shut up ages ago," Wei Yunmo muttered.
They reached the other end of the countryside, where an identical, undamaged Off-Road Vehicle was parked.
While cleaning his wounds, Xie De had notified the Instance System and asked it to repair the vehicle. The timing was just right.
Wei Yunmo got in quietly without asking any questions. He could guess that the organization had people operating