When it was almost time to knock off, the Old Task Force members finally packed their items and prepared to leave.
When Long Yuehong—who was holding his laptop—passed by Jiang Baimian, he opened his mouth but didn't say a word.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Baimian sensed his abnormality.
Long Yuehong hesitated for a moment and said, "Team Leader, you've always insisted on investigating the reason for the Old World's destruction and the Heartless disease's origins. This is definitely fraught with danger. Aren't you—aren't you afraid of dying?"
Not far away, Shang Jianyao smiled and shouted, "There will naturally be others to take over the mantle!"
Jiang Baimian glared at him and looked at Long Yuehong with a smile. "Of course, I am."