"For the first time, I realized the Sect Leader is quite short!"
"Come on, if the Sect Leader were short, how would we survive?"
"The boss naturally stands at two meters and eighty centimeters!"
Xiao Qiao got into Lieutenant Commander Wesley's jeep, and they drove through the woods directly to the small town.
"Why did you suddenly want to come out?"
"To take you for a spin."
"Beauty Lieutenant Commander, are you really that kind-hearted?"
Wesley remained silent; this place is poor, and the roads are badly maintained and uneven, causing a rough ride. Today, Xiao Qiao dressed rather inconspicuously, wearing long pants and a short-sleeved shirt, with the pants conveniently covering her wounds.
Unless someone's lost their mind, no one would wear a long-sleeved shirt in this weather.
After bouncing around for an hour, they finally reached the town. It's incredibly... quiet.
