Escorting that group back took quite a bit of time.
Fortunately, in the end, the mission was still successfully completed.
Before they left the ship, Mo Shangjun made a point to watch from the side, and that young man who was almost scared to wet himself earlier saw her and seemed desperate to assure her that he "definitely wouldn't tell anyone."
Mo Shangjun sent him off with satisfaction.
After that, at least until nightfall, no news came that they had been reported.
Everyone on the ship, because the scene was too gratifying, and knowing what consequences speaking up would have, unanimously kept silent, as if suffering from collective amnesia, keeping quiet about what Mo Shangjun did.
Mo Shangjun felt somewhat relieved that among this group, there wasn't anyone Mu Qixuan was worried about.
This relief wasn't about her dodging a bullet, but rather—at the very least their thoughts aligned with hers.
One or two, normal.
Everyone, rare.
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