Han Ruoxi shot Sun Yang a glare. "You're a real piece of work. Enough about the food, can we talk about something important for once?"
Bai Lin sat in a corner, eating quietly. Intel he had acquired from the outside played through his headphones as he periodically typed on his personal terminal.
Li Chang'an glanced over at Bai Lin. "What are you up to? You're really focused."
Without looking up, Bai Lin continued typing. "Looking into some intel. There's been a lot of Alien Martial Artist activity lately, and I can't figure out what they're up to."
"Those guys again!" The moment he heard the words "Alien Martial Artist," Sun Yang perked up. "I was almost sniped by them last time. They're a bunch of cunning bastards.
Chang'an, if we run into them again, we've got to strike first!"
"What's the rush?" Li Chang'an waved a dismissive hand. "Commander Liu Na will handle them. We should stick to our duties and not get involved."
