"What a coincidence, just patrolling and we run into each other."
"..."
The Frogmen's silent faces were brimming with various roaring words.
— Is this really a coincidence? Clearly, it's a meeting with a purpose!
— Can you get your identity straight? The enemy is the enemy; don't make it look like you're patrolling for our sake!
— How can you say something so shameless with such a straight face?!
Mo Shangjun noticed the twitching of their facial muscles, thought about how cold the sea breeze was, and then paid no more attention.
Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu were relatively composed, very calmly and sympathetically looking at the three Frogmen, and then shifted their attention back to Mo Shangjun.
"How about a meal while we're at it?" Duan Zimu, with a calm demeanor, extended an invitation to Mo Shangjun.
"That's generous?"
Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow, locking eyes with Duan Zimu.
For a moment, Peng Yuqiu seemed to see two foxes.
