Ji You's words had just fallen when Cheng Haoyue instantly shivered, thinking it's finally here!
What was bound to come, indeed has come.
He felt it couldn't be that simple; indeed, in the end, doing something in the enemy camp is Ji You's style.
Although Cheng Haoyue didn't know Ji You well and wasn't sure what words to use to sum up her style, in short, he felt Ji You, from head to toe, down to her dandruff, was someone who wouldn't pass up an opportunity to act in the enemy camp just for sightseeing.
Thinking so, Cheng Haoyue's heart had a moment of excitement. He looked toward Ji You's direction. In the pitch-black night, two dark eyes glinted: "Squad leader, are we going to act now?"
His tone was full of unabashed excitement.
Ji You glanced at him, and continued to communicate using the Spiritual Silk Net: "Don't speak unless I notify you."
Cheng Haoyue's face tightened, nodding solemnly.
