Gu Zhinan felt a twinge of reluctance, voicing his concern, "What about 'Crossing the Demon Realm' then?"
"I'll find another way," Hua Sister said, her face set in determination. "I'll definitely make Si Fuqing apologize to you."
**
By noon, the crew of "Crossing the Demon Realm" had arrived at the Grand Rift Valley.
The bodyguards from Ace Agency possessed exceptional survival skills and swiftly erected wooden huts.
"The signal here is too weak," Feng San lamented, perched atop a utility pole, struggling to find a signal with his phone in hand. "We can't get any messages through. How are we supposed to compete for Miss Si's magazine this afternoon?"
Xi Jiang, with a blade of grass in his mouth, admitted defeat, "I'm out of ideas too. You know I can handle using hidden weapons to kill, but messing with signals is beyond me."
Shang Lu confessed his ignorance in the realm of electronics.