Mò Yáo was unlike Mò Xiǎobái, who would talk nonsense with Wushuang. He got straight to the point. While she was in a coma, it was inadvisable to move her. Now that she was awake, there was little point in staying here. The facilities in Rome were not much worse than those of the First Terror Organization, and her remaining injuries were superficial; she was out of danger.
"I'm going back to Rome," Wushuang said faintly, with almost no hesitation.
Mò Xiǎobái and Mò Yáo exchanged a look. Mò Yáo nodded. "Good. I'll make the arrangements. If all goes smoothly, we'll leave the day after tomorrow."
They had been away for some time. Mò Chén had been complaining endlessly over there. The four subordinates, Wind, Cloud, Thunder, and Lightning, had all tearfully complained to Mò Yáo. While Mò Chén could manage alone without the versatile Mò Yáo, things inevitably got a bit chaotic.
