"Maybe this book... malfunctioned?" Feng Yan had no idea how to explain the strange behavior of the book in his hands. He could only close it for now, turn toward Su Bai in the seat behind him, and extend his right hand. "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Feng Yan-Feng as in 'seal,' Yan as in 'speech.' I'm a trainee with the Qingliu City Special Operations Team."
"Su Bai. Just the two simplest characters." Su Bai knew Feng Yan had mistaken him for a Player from an official rescue team, and he had no intention of explaining.
Feng Yan did not explain what the "Qingliu City Special Operations Team" was. Clearly, he assumed that Su Bai, as a rescuer, should know exactly who he was. Su Bai did not ask any further questions either. Now that he knew Feng Yan had ties to the Relevant Authorities, he could quickly work out why Feng Yan had an item from the Mist Shop.
Although even Boss Su himself had not known that ordinary people could use items from the Mist Shop, he merely found it novel, not particularly surprising.
Humans were a race with limitless potential. Perhaps that was also why the Red Moon Society had set its sights on them...
If Feng Yan was telling the truth, Su Bai believed the Relevant Authorities must have received his distress signal by now. Knowing Qin Ge, the actual rescuers should already be on their way. But a rescue was one thing; when the Relevant Authorities would find this bus, and when they would discover a way to free its passengers, were anyone's guess.
"How much do you know about this bus?" Su Bai could vaguely sense that the passengers in the back who still looked relatively "fresh" had probably boarded with Feng Yan.