Mentioning the name "Mo Shangjun," Xiao Qiang's face changed slightly, but it reminded his two companions who were pretending to play dead. Although they didn't move, they couldn't help but join in asking questions.
— "Yeah, when did Mo Shangjun come back?"
— "We didn't see her when we came back. Did you keep up with her?"
Still not quite recovered from the blow, Xiao Qiang sat down on the ground and then rubbed his face with his hand.
Xiao Qiang hadn't foolishly waited for them to run back at the same spot. Instead, he ran the 20 kilometers along with them, lightening the load he carried.
Naturally, his speed was faster than someone carrying 30 kilograms on their back, but this only lasted for a while.
