But...
"Smells like Wang Er Duo Wang."
Ya Ya wrinkled her nose and rested her chin on Motan's shoulder: "But Wang can't find him. The Wang paths here are too Wang."
[The smell is too mixed, huh...]
Easily grasping Ya Ya's dialect-laced speech, Motan carefully scanned the surroundings but, sure enough, still saw no sign of Cordova.
Logically, even if he were crouching to watch the commotion, his burly frame shouldn't be able to blend into this crowd of less than a hundred people.
"Could it be..."
Motan's vertical pupils suddenly contracted as his own speculation startled him.
At the same moment, Cordova's message came through again...
'I see you guys!'
Motan froze for a second and replied with a question mark.
In the next instant, a furious roar erupted from the center of the crowd——
"MMP!"
Motan exchanged a glance with Ji Xiaoge before simultaneously shifting their gaze directly ahead...
