Xiachuan squatted on the ground, frowned, and looked up at Zhou Liang, his face calm: "Can you hurry up?"
The man's voice was deep and restrained. If Tang Si was cold to the bone, then Xiachuan was cold from the inside out.
Zhou Liang grumbled in his heart, what a crappy review mechanism, not letting him pass!
He skillfully stepped on Xiachuan's shoulder to climb up the wall.
Then he looked down at Xiachuan from above; the man, dressed in black, stood below. He always wore black clothes, black suits.
Those in the field team were all strict but also rough around the edges. Black, even if it got dirty, didn't show much.
Zhou Liang reached out his hand to Xiachuan: "Hurry up, I'll give you a hand, the boss said their patrol will be coming soon."
They had observed the terrain here, and after Tang Si entered, he also observed their patterns.
