Actually, whatever Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was thinking of, Wang Ling had naturally already considered it.
It was just that he couldn't be absolutely sure…
Playing the same game as his spirit beast was already a very magical experience; adding a player whom he suspected was his father into the mix instantly gave Wang Ling an indescribable feeling.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Wang Ling were lying on the roof of the military base in the breeze, bored to death. On their left was "youtiao" and on their right was building C, which happened to be set at an angle. In their prone positions, they were surrounded by walls, and the angle was very tricky; unless people rushed into the building, they couldn't be detected, not even if the players stood on "youtiao."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's heart was close to crumbling.