Gu Ning turned the key, cutting the motorcycle's engine.
Hearing the voice from the communicator in her ear, she scanned her surroundings. The fog was too thick; she couldn't see a thing.
She pressed her communicator and replied in a low voice to Cyril on the other end, "Okay."
Feeling the familiar vibration from the terminal on her wrist, Gu Ning pulled up her sleeve to reveal it.
Inside the car.
Mingxi and the other two stared motionlessly at the familiar figure of the little Mixed Breed outside the car, all of them subconsciously holding their breath.
Belial's eyes widened. "Is that..."
Mingxi clamped a hand over his mouth.
Leighton recognized Gu Ning at a glance. He frowned slightly, thinking, 'What the hell is Alex doing? How did he fail to keep an eye on it again?'
'A time like this, and he's letting it run around loose? Doesn't he know how dangerous it is out here right now?'
