"Hey, the Witch Race Saintess has disappeared recently, she must be hiding in Fulong Mountain. We can definitely catch her when we get inside and successfully acquire the biological weapons!"
With full confidence, Thunder God turned his head and saw Qin Hao, who was smoking, and said to Trish in English, "This yellow-skinned monkey seems to be a local!"
Trish nodded and shouted to Qin Hao in fluent Chinese, "Brother!"
Qin Hao pretended not to hear, and only after Trish called out again did he turn his head in amazement, but his hat was still pulled low: "Are you calling me?"
Trish gave a sly smile, "Yes, little brother, you're a local, right?"
Instantly, Qin Hao's mind turned swiftly: These fools have mistaken me for a local, why not go along with it and infiltrate them?
He immediately laughed, "Yes, my home is on Rubble Street, west of the village. Mr., do you have nowhere to sleep tonight? Our house has a homestay to accommodate you."
