Yang Yong and Chen Gen had suddenly vanished without a trace, alive or dead, leaving everyone in the Survival Convoy worried for quite some time.
Later, they asked Xiaoju and the others under Chen Gen, and only then learned that Chen Gen would disappear suddenly from time to time, but would return after a while, usually within a day.
Only then did everyone feel a little relieved.
Still, everyone kept an eye on Chen Gen's room.
Sure enough, the moment Yang Yong and Chen Gen returned, they noticed.
Everyone rushed over, packing the room.
Looking at their worried eyes, Yang Yong felt warmth well up inside him.
He waved a hand, his voice still carrying a trace of the hoarseness of someone who had narrowly survived. "Nothing major. I went on a Forced Dispatch Mission with him. A scare, but we came through safely."
Upon hearing that, Wang Ying turned and left.
Quick and decisive.
Judging by her movements, Yang Yong thought he was going to find somewhere to sit and quietly wipe his blade again.
Come to think of it, Yang Yong had never seen Wang Ying practice with her blade.
He often saw her sitting there wiping it, though, over and over, slowly and unhurriedly, as if performing some kind of ritual.
Could wiping her blade make her swordsmanship more powerful? Why did he always see her doing it?
Zheng Xiaofeng, however, strode up and gave Yang Yong and Chen Gen a bear hug each.
The muscles in his arms were rock-hard, and his grip nearly squeezed the breath out of Yang Yong.
"Glad you're back! Did you go fight something? Next time there's something that good, remember to take me!"
Yang Yong was speechless.
Chen Gen, however, grinned and bumped fists with Zheng Xiaofeng. "Sure. I'll definitely