Hearing Anna's words, Gao Zhiming's face turned an even deeper shade of red. He continued, his voice as faint as a mosquito's hum, "Sister, what on earth are you talking about..."
SMACK. Anna's palm struck Gao Zhiming's face. The slap wasn't hard, but it wasn't soft either, leaving him momentarily stunned.
"I'll say it again. Focus. This isn't a game, so don't you dare mess this up for me."
Just as the embarrassment faded from Gao Zhiming's face, the rumbling of the car gradually came to a stop. They had arrived.
Anna grabbed Gao Zhiming as he was about to step out of the car and pressed a golden orb with special engravings into his hand. "Remember, if anything seems off, open it immediately."
"Got it. I'll remember." The young boy firmly clenched the orb in his hand.
By the time Gao Zhiming and Anna got out of the car, the other Futan believers, along with a large contingent of soldiers, were already setting up their positions.
