Ashala Town, Wake Na Mercenaries' temporary command post.
The makeshift room was filled with the smell of disinfectant and blood.
The cook's wounds had been treated again by the team doctor, and he was hooked up to an IV drip. He leaned against a camp bed, his face still pale but his spirits somewhat improved.
Utekin and Jiang Feng sat beside him.
"So you're saying... Sang exchanged his life for ours?"
With a hoarse voice, the cook, who had learned everything, stared blankly at the ceiling.
"Yes..." Utekin nodded.
"Don't you fucking talk about doom!"
The cook growled irritably, punching the ammo box beside him with a dull thud.
"Alive, I need to see him! Dead, I need to see his body! I refuse to believe he's just gone like that! Gelbi Mountain is so big, the bombardment was wide, what if he managed to escape?!"
