...
Fo Zhe lowered his head, silently applying medicine to himself.
Just cutting away the festering part made him break out in a sweat, but he did all this without uttering a word. When the pain became unbearable, he would occasionally glance at the backpack tossed aside.
— Inside the backpack was a signal flare, and once used, he could be freed.
But, it also meant he would be completely severed from the GS9 team.
*
The rain poured down heavily.
For several consecutive days, the rains overflowed, leaving puddles everywhere outside the houses, even reducing the usual daily training.
The news reported floods all over Beijing, with remote villages buried by landslides, the devastation widespread, and the fire brigade, armed police, and army were all dispatched for rescue operations.
Ya Tianxing sat in the ground floor's meeting room, the lights were off, as he watched the TV in front.
The news broadcast.
"Lord Yan."
