"So, if you leave Peiqi with us, we'll let you pass."
"We won't interfere with each other after that."
The group all looked at Shen Ye.
Shen Ye shrugged and said, "How about I make some contribution to the team?"
"No need, we don't have the tradition of handing over team members, prepare for battle," Zhao Changhu said.
"The captain doesn't understand what I mean—"
Shen Ye continued, "I haven't taken any action yet, it's my turn this time."
"Alright, let's get into battle formation," Fatty agreed.
"I have no objections either," Amy said.
Zhao Changhu was about to speak when he suddenly felt something was off.
He turned to look behind him.
Only to see Shen Ye had already drawn his long knife and slashed forcefully towards the front jungle—
Wind.
Slight movement.
The blade edge of the long knife sliced through the breeze, cutting from head to toe in an extraordinarily common manner.
A line of faintly glowing small characters floated in the void:
