C437 There Is a Hole in the Chrysanthemum(1)
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky a deep crimson.
Within the Star Mercenary Group's courtyard, a cadre of over forty had concluded their day's training. Zhao Jin mopped the sweat from his brow and noticed Xiang Zhu, who sat in contemplation on a rattan chair.
Approaching slowly, Zhao Jin stood beside the undisturbed Xiang Zhu.
In a hushed tone, Zhao Jin inquired, "Chief