It was clear that Ying Ziyao and Zheng Qin were thinking along the same lines.
Xiao Qiao's attitude towards Huo Wen'an was ambiguous.
Huo Wen'an frowned, gazing at the towering mountains in the north of Bai Ze Island. Perhaps recalling the bleak and dark past of being confined in the Toy Pool during his youth, his demeanor turned sinister and treacherous.
Zheng Qin and Ying Ziyao silently stepped back a bit.
"We were once the best comrades," Huo Wen'an rubbed his fingers together and continued, "Comrades who could entrust their backs to each other at any given moment."
Zheng Qin, having lived through gunfire and bullets, understood better than Ying Ziyao the weight of confidence carried in Huo Wen'an's words.
That pink-haired man had shared life-and-death experiences with Huo Wen'an; they were comrades who trusted each other and would risk their lives for one another.
