The Interstellar Calendar (24)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Ming Shu was chased around on the ground.
Shan Yin covered his forehead and sighed. We're screwed, totally screwed.
They would definitely be screwed after they returned.
"Little Zhu, drive the ship in here now." Shan Yin contacted Little Zhu whom he didn't know was where.
"Drive in?" Little Zhu was confused. "Wouldn't that be provoking the Mist Star publicly?"
Shan Yin showed the current situation to Little Zhu and the others. "Don't worry, our zone leader has already done that."
"Are we going to attack the Mist Star?" Curly Hair leaned on Little Zhu's shoulder and approached his head. "Yes, sir. We're arriving soon."
The line was cut off all of a sudden.
Shan Yin: "…"
Did he say anything about "attack"? It seemed, it should be, probably, and perhaps he didn't?
Shan Yin's hand trembled as he tried to dial back, but no one answered.
He always had a bad feeling.
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