Looking sideways at Xia Yu, who had fallen into silence again, Pei Yan didn't inquire further; the result was already clear before him. The battle process was no longer important, and naturally, he'd learn the details from the subsequent combat report. This memory was undoubtedly painful for Xia Yu.
"Lei Yunzhu."
The three words suddenly spoken by Xia Yu made Pei Yan, whose mind was in chaos, respond casually, "Mm, I know you mentioned her. You said she was occupied by Little Vlad, right?"
Xia Yu nodded and flicked the cigarette butt in her hand into the nearby trash can, then pulled another cigarette from Pei Yan's pack, lit it, and sighed. "Initially, seeing this situation, the team and Old Zheng were prepared to retreat if necessary. For some unknown reason, after scanning the battlefield, the opponent didn't attack but seemed ready to leave!"
