At dawn, two uninvited guests arrived on the beach.
At that time, Duan Zimu and the others had just set up the tent and were about to prepare breakfast. The five of them had just gathered to discuss work when they noticed two figures appearing in their field of vision.
"Damn, it's her again?!"
One of the Frogmen recognized one of the figures and couldn't help but exclaim.
The other four looked over in that direction.
They saw Mo Shangjun and Mu Cheng holding a simple fishing spear, swaggering onto the beach.
Noticing their gaze, Mo Shangjun seemed to intentionally wave over at them.
"Morning."
Mo Shangjun lazily greeted them.
The gesture was as if they were two families living on the island, greeting each other casually and naturally upon meeting, without any pretense.
"..."
The five present suddenly doubted whether last night's fierce battle was just a dream.
"Zimu?"
Peng Yuqiu gave Duan Zimu a look, suggesting if he should do something.
