Undercover?
Traitor?
"Clap clap..."
Several strong flashlights were turned on, directed at his face.
Lu Xiao squinted, barely making out his "opponents" with the faint light. Seven or eight people were visible, but the actual number must be more. They wore military uniforms he had never seen, with almost no insignia. Their equipped weapons were a chaotic mix, mostly outdated gunpowder weapons, with a few high-tech electromagnetic weapons he couldn't recognize.
They seemed like some unknown small faction, but on the battlefield of Black Kite and the Armed Train, where would such small factions come from?
No need to think; the answer was already surfacing.
"His energy is flowing; he must be holding back some skill."
The speaker was a young man who looked ordinary, wearing a gold ring, his face showing a troubled expression, the least soldier-like among them.
