Delicious Soul

In the slums.

Li Qinghe's body appeared in the shadows of a remote street.

"My Lord, you're here."

Benjamin, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward to greet him.

Li Qinghe glanced at flamenco and said indifferently, "What's the situation now?"

"There's no movement so far. The others have split up and gone to different areas to camp. If there's any movement, they will ..."

Before Benjamin could finish, he heard a roar in the distance.

His expression froze as he turned to look in the direction of the roar. He could still see the fire in the distance.

At the same time, a voice came from the headset in Benjamin's ear,"

"Captain! There was an explosion! Ming-Yue sector!"

With an unsightly expression, Benjamin looked up at Li Qinghe.

"My Lord?"