"Help yourself to anything, don’t be shy. If you get bored, my computer’s over there, you can play some games. I’ll be back at 12 to give you the medicine!"
"Okay." Xu Xia leaned back on the chair, "You go ahead with your work. I can take care of myself."
From the tree, a male voice with a slightly southern accent suddenly called out, "Boss, they’re here!"
Xu Xia lifted her face and only then noticed that there was a person hiding in the tree diagonally opposite her, wearing a sniper’s camouflage suit. If he hadn’t spoken, she wouldn’t have noticed.
"Shaochuan, take care of Xu Xia for a bit, she’s twisted her ankle and can’t move."
Leng Zirui took off his casual clothes, tossed them onto the chair, grabbed half a watermelon, and jumped onto a camouflage-painted off-road vehicle parked outside the tent. Two of his subordinates quickly followed him, and they drove away from the command center. Xu Xia naturally followed his figure with her eyes.
Down on the grassy field, several trucks had already driven in, and soldiers were jumping down from them, lining up on the grass. Leng Zirui’s car also stopped on the grass, but it was too far away to see clearly.
Seo Shaochuan handed her a pair of binoculars, "Here, use this!"
"Thank you!" Xu Xia politely said and took the binoculars to look outside the forest.
On the grassland.
Leng Zirui lazily sat on the hood of the off-road vehicle, cross-legged with half a watermelon in his arms, using a spoon to scoop out a melon ball and put it in his mouth. He raised his hand to push up the sunglasses on his face, "Ladies and gentlemen, thirsty?!"
"Reporting, sir, not thirsty!" the soldiers replied in unison.
Leng Zirui smirked, "All of you who aren’t thirsty, climb in the vehicle and roll back to your squads. Can’t even tell if you’re thirsty, what kind of elite are you, just a bunch of brainless fools?!"
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