"If you don't say anything, how would he know we're conspiring?" Li Zheng glared at Phoenix Mountain, feeling that he couldn't just say that the mutant was merely a true projection and lacked the intellect of its original form.
Phoenix Mountain gently scratched his head, "I thought people aren't deaf..."
Li Zheng interrupted him, "Alright, do as I said."
"Okay."
Li Zheng stopped paying attention to Phoenix Mountain and turned to look at Lin Fengjiao, "Borrow these two guns for now, return them to me later."
"...Thank you." Lin Fengjiao took the long and short dried fish from Li Zheng's hand and hoarsely thanked him.
Having explained everything, Li Zheng and Zhan Zhouzhou walked one after another towards the distance. Although the coverage of the Mysterious Declaration's light wasn't large, it was exceptionally conspicuous in the darkness.
