Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1716 - 1709: Partnering Up Again

Chapter 1716: Chapter 1709: Partnering Up Again

"If we stay here another day, the Wen Family will endure another day of unrest and be even more eager to eliminate the Wu Family." Baiyue lowered her head and murmured.

"If you think about it, we’ve only been in the Guyi Government for a few days, and the Wen Family is already on edge," Hu Daoke scratched his head and said. "Back when we stayed at Huayu Ting’s house for ten days or even half a month, this bunch didn’t react. I even thought they didn’t care about us."

"Even though Huayu Ting isn’t part of the Wen Family, they still have ties to them. It’s impossible for them to support the Wu Family without reason. That’s the main reason the Wen Family wasn’t in a hurry before." Cheng Ziang explained.

"So, what should we do next?" Tangmo looked at Luo’er and asked.

"Hmm..." Luo’er lowered her head, pondering for a moment, then said seriously, "No matter what, we need to figure out what this group is planning. Something will definitely happen tonight. Send Feng to stand by and assist Fula in gathering intelligence."

"Do we need to find Xing Hu?" Feng tilted her head and asked.

"No need." Luo’er shook her head lightly and continued, "It’s best not to let him know of your existence. Just have Fula keep an eye on him."

"In the end, you still don’t trust Xing Hu, do you?" Cheng Ziang looked at her and said.

"Just being cautious. I once trusted someone wholeheartedly, but it didn’t end well." Luo’er replied flatly.

Upon hearing her words, everyone immediately thought of the incident where Luo’er was deceived. She had carried guilt over that event for a long time.

"Xing Hu is still young. Even though he might claim not to care, it’s hard not to harbor ambition in his heart. That’s why I understand Luo’er’s concerns. Regardless of the situation, never trust others lightly." Tangmo echoed.

Their conversation made Cheng Ziang involuntarily think of Hun Jiansi, causing him to mutter bitterly with a wry smile, "Then what does that make me, naive?"

"Get plenty of rest during the day; we’ll need you again at night." Luo’er glanced at Feng and said.

"Not a problem, I’m already well-rested!" Feng quickly shook her head, shyly waving her hands in dismissal.

"Speaking of which, if Feng continues to wear her mask, won’t Anxiang Zheng recognize her?" Baiyue stared at the mask tied to Feng’s waist and said.

"And what if he does?" Hu Daoke asked, puzzled.

"I believe it’s better to avoid trouble whenever possible." Baiyue replied.

"That’s simple; Little Fengye just has to stop wearing the mask." Hu Daoke said matter-of-factly.

"That sounds absurd at first, but if you think about it, it’s inexplicably sensible." Baiyue scratched her head as she spoke.

She had this thought mainly because, aside from the Advance Team members, very few people had ever seen Feng’s actual face.

Unlike Cheng Ziang, who often liked to remove his mask, Feng was devoted to her role and hardly ever took her mask off in front of outsiders. Consequently, most people’s impression of her was fixed as the short swordsman wearing the Ghost Race mask, and virtually no one knew her true appearance.

Moreover, Feng had a unique advantage when removing her mask compared to the rest of the Advance Team. Being a citizen of Kyushu, her appearance was identical to other Kyushu people, ensuring that her uncovered face wouldn’t attract attention.

"You want me to remove the mask?" Feng tilted her head and blinked as she asked.

"It’s worth a try," everyone said after exchanging glances.

"Understood." She nodded.

After making arrangements, the Advance Team continued to stay at the post station during the day, as they were currently under house arrest and couldn’t leave.

When night fell, they began their deployment.

With Fulajie’er’s cover, Feng easily evaded the guards’ watchful eyes and successfully left the post station, disappearing into the night.

Under the cover of darkness, Feng removed her mask for the first time, placing it into the pouch at her waist and revealing her true face.

"Looking at you closely, I almost feel like I don’t recognize you." Fulajie’er’s words made Feng, who was crouching on the roof and waiting, instinctively pause.

"Has it been that long since you’ve seen my face?" Feng blinked and muttered as if speaking to herself.

"Hmm, I guess it’s been almost half a year." Fulajie’er thought for a moment and said.

"So..."

"So I feel like you’ve grown prettier and more mature." Fulajie’er replied.

"Why say such things..." Hearing the compliment, Feng bit her lip and shyly scratched her head.

"I’m serious. We’re comrades; do I need to flatter you?" Fulajie’er said matter-of-factly.

"Stop talking and go scout already." Feng lowered her head and said.

"Hey, why are you like this? Don’t you like talking to me?" Fulajie’er asked in an aggrieved tone.

"No, not at all. Just... the mission is important." Feng pursed her lips.

"It’s rare to team up with you; I want to talk more." Fulajie’er said.

"You can do that normally too." Feng replied.

"You usually ignore me, and honestly, I’m a little afraid of you..." Fulajie’er said again in an aggrieved tone.

"Why are you afraid of me?" Feng blinked, confused.

"You can track me perfectly. I always feel like I’m exposed whenever I’m around you, as if someone’s pointing a gun at my head." Fulajie’er explained.

"I wouldn’t harm you; we’re teammates." Feng stated.

"Do you truly think so?" Fulajie’er asked.

"Of course," Feng replied matter-of-factly. "Besides, your weak spot is with Luo’er. Even if I wanted to target you, I wouldn’t have the chance."

"So you’ve actually thought about targeting me..." Fulajie’er said quietly.

"I’ve said I wouldn’t harm my teammates! I only thought that because..."

"Because why?"

"Because of Liseya..."

"Ah, are you concerned about her too?" Fulajie’er pondered for a moment. "Honestly, I think she’s fairly decent—at least she listens to Cheng Ziang."

"I still remember her strike vividly—it’s etched in my memory." Feng felt lingering fear as she recalled it.

"Was it terrifying?" Fulajie’er asked, intrigued.

"At that moment, I felt like I was going to die. I’ve always been grateful that I didn’t." Feng replied honestly.

"Don’t talk about death like that. In terms of death experience, could you be more experienced than me?" Fulajie’er said angrily.

"I-I’m sorry..." Feng didn’t understand where she had offended her, so she instinctively apologized.

"In any case, live well," Fulajie’er said earnestly. "Live for the sake of those who are still alive, and for those who have passed."

"Mm!" Feng nodded firmly.

"Alright, with that said, I won’t find you so scary anymore," Fulajie’er said cheerfully. "Now, let’s work well together moving forward."

"Mm, I’ll be counting on you." Feng nodded again.

While the two were chatting, dark clouds obscured the moon, plunging the land into pitch-black darkness.

In such conditions, vision became more of a hindrance. Feng had to rely on her senses and hearing to observe her surroundings.

However, it was clear that Fulajie’er wasn’t affected by the changing environment. She energetically moved through streets and alleys, navigating between Feng and Xing Hu, collecting intelligence while simultaneously monitoring Xing Hu’s movements and directing Feng correctly.

A moonless, windy night—the perfect time for murder and arson.

In such an atmosphere, Feng was on high alert, knowing that last night’s events could easily repeat themselves.

As the clock struck midnight, and the moon emerged from behind the clouds, Fulajie’er delivered critical information. She had discovered a group of people acting suspiciously, while Xing Hu, whom she was monitoring, seemed to have also noticed them and followed them.

Receiving this news, Feng activated the mobility device on her waist, jumping into the air and rushing toward the destination.

Within 200 meters, she spotted the group from afar. Behind them appeared to be several bodies lying on the ground, and the group stood there, wiping blades in their hands.

Feng’s heart sunk. Despite Luo’er’s repeated emphasis on preventing tragedy, she hadn’t arrived in time, and the tragedy had already unfolded.

Just as she was about to act, she suddenly felt a strong presence sweeping past her—a force far exceeding her own skill level.

Could it be... him?

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