After returning to the base, the squad promptly reported on their mission to their superiors and handed over the intelligence from the mining area to the intel department.
Back at the base, the entire Insect Hunter Squad crammed into their dorm room. The atmosphere was somewhat relaxed, but everyone was visibly exhausted.
Sun Yang, sprawled on the sofa and stroking his Pulse Gun, couldn't help but start complaining.
"Man, we really put our lives on the line this time."
"The Insect Race was so dense in that mining area. If we hadn't been so quick on our feet, we'd probably be dead and buried there right now!"
"Being quick on your feet is your greatest asset," Han Ruoxi said, glancing up at him as she disassembled her protective gear.
"But don't forget, your accuracy is still the lowest on the team!"
"Ruo Xi, can't you say something nice for a change? I scored a perfect hit on that Insect Race warrior's joint just now!" Sun Yang shot up, looking disgruntled.
