Inside the helicopter.
Luo Xiu looked at the bound Wu Bingwen and said, "Contact that Mandala immediately and tell her to retreat."
Wu Bingwen, however, wore a bitter expression. "She won't retreat."
Hearing this, Xu Wei stepped forward and kicked him, making him howl in pain.
Wu Bingwen cried, "Because she knows my true identity! The real Envoy assigned her to watch me, so she won't follow my orders."
***
「In Santo City, over three hundred kilometers from Yerite.」
Inside a shabby motel.
Su Shenyun finished bandaging her ghastly wounds. She looked at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, a self-deprecating smile touching her pale lips.
She then looked down at the blackened wound on her right palm. As long as I can survive and get back, the mission will be complete.
After escaping from the church in Yerite, she had been relentlessly pursued by Black Mandala. These several days of fleeing through an unfamiliar foreign country had left her physically and mentally exhausted.
