Not until the person who had just been knocked on the head hugged Yan Gui did Mo Shangjun realize that person was An Chen.
She froze for a moment, then touched her nose. Mo Shangjun pretended she hadn't done anything, turned around, and faced away from them.
Gradually, the others gathered one by one.
The weather was fine, the moonlight bright. Mo Shangjun scanned the area and saw the faces of these people clearly.
The five-person team included Yan Gui and An Chen, along with Qin Xue, Yu Yitong, and Song Ci.
All were relatively familiar faces.
"Momo, what did you gather us for?"
Yu pushed An Chen away and embraced Mo Shangjun like a cruel heartbreaker abandoning a devoted girlfriend for another woman—oh, that would be Mo Shangjun herself.
"..."
An Chen's face turned dark.
Mo Shangjun raised her rifle and pressed it against Yan Gui's shoulder, keeping a certain distance between them.
"Momo..."
