Under the cool mountain wind, Bai Mo and his classmates sat by the barbecue grill, continuing to eat barbecue.
He took a sip of the lemon tea sent by Wan Bocheng, bit into the skewers freshly grilled by Black Nose, and focused his attention on the mountain opposite.
"Zhang Qiren's little brothers chatting about surrendering with Teacher Chen shouldn't be dangerous, right?
"But my intuition really feels off..."
Bai Mo furrowed his brow, glanced again towards the opposing mountain, towards Teacher Chen's side.
With this glance, he sensed something was amiss.
"Huh?"
...
On the mountain path, Chen Wenquan sat on a stone beside the road.
In the woods behind, Tie Ta sat facing him.
The cool wind blew, making the forest sway. Both were somewhat excited and also a bit nervous.
Tie Ta spoke in a low voice.
"...we possess the conditions for surrendering.
"Our entire studio, seven people, are all Sequence Eight.
"Also, none of us has human blood on our hands!
