"What are you asking?! What do you mean by this?!"
"Yeah, what are you doing here? Where are the rest of your team? Are they ambushed somewhere?!"
The other two frogmen quickly chimed in.
"Hmm?"
Mo Shangjun raised her eyelids slightly and lazily glanced at the three of them.
Then, under their tense gaze, she extended her hand—
The three of them instinctively took a step back, nervously watching her movements, afraid she might pull out a couple of kilos of ammunition or something.
But Mo Shangjun disappointed them.
She grabbed the piece of roasted fish stuck in the sand.
She picked it up and brought the roasted fish to her nose to sniff. The fish wasn't so hot anymore, though it had a bit of a fishy smell, but it was handled well enough, not to the point where it was hard to swallow.
She took a bite, frowned slightly, and swallowed it.
"You! Speak up!"
The frogman closest to her, despite having a bulky and muscular build, stammered when he spoke.
