C217 The Veteran of the Iron Biochemical Crisis

"I just don't know what the caliber of the Reincarnators will be this time," Xiaoming mused as he climbed out of bed. "No turnaround transport, just coordinates."

He gently pushed open his door and glanced at Baihe's room across the way. Remembering that today was her menstrual period, he decided against waking her and instead pulled out a smoke gun, enveloping himself in a cloud of black smoke