The damp, chilly wind dragged the stench of the sea onto the beach. Yao Lu stepped over the broken gravel scattered by the aftermath of battle, her blue-and-white shorts clinging tightly to her thighs.
There was no joy or excitement on that delicate face after defeating the Furious Sea Sharks; instead, a deeper shadow seemed to creep over her features, as if these two Furious Sea Sharks were only the beginning of their ordeal.
She stopped abruptly. Rain slid down the sharp line of her jaw and dripped off. Her keen gaze swept briefly over Zhang Bai and the others. Her red lips parted slightly: "Looks like what happened to you is about the same as us."
With no preamble, no pleasantries at all, Yao Lu, who knew Zhang Bai and Li Zhen, went straight to the point.
Up close, her face really held no hint of happiness, only a clear trace of worry.
"The overall strength of this group of Furious Sea Sharks is beyond what we estimated, and this storm couldn't have come at a worse time."
