Ancheng Army Academy, at the entrance gate.
Mo Shangjun and Ya Tianxing walked side by side through the gate.
Across the street, a black sedan was parked.
Inside the car, Xiaohei, Xiaojin, and Xiaoyin exchanged uneasy glances.
"Should we," Xiaoyin swallowed nervously and asked Xiaohei and Xiaojin in a timid voice, "should we continue reporting?"
"...Yeah."
Xiaojin hesitantly responded with a nod.
This morning's report had already left them jittery all day long. They had managed to get by at noon thanks to the presence of others with Mo Shangjun and Ya Tianxing, but now that those three people had left, only Mo Shangjun and Ya Tianxing remained.
To them, those three individuals had been their safety net.
As the two discussed, Xiaohei flipped a coin once more.
Heads.
Both of their attentions were drawn to Xiaohei's coin flip, and they couldn't help but frown, scowling at Xiaohei with frustration.
"I'll make the call."
