บท 454: Chapter 447. Taste of Darkness

"You're so silly," Gus sighed as he watched Zhan put the motorcycle inside a storage ring.

"Shut up! There might be a place where I can ride this inside," the spearman spat after stubbornly putting his sweet ride inside. "Isn't there a city ruin or something?"

"Don't cry to me if your bike got damaged later," the swordsman scoffed. "There's no repair garage here, just so you know."

Zhan belatedly blinked and turned toward Han Shin. "I didn't take mechanical course," the healer shrugged. 

"Tsk."

Ron laughed inwardly as he watched these high-rank espers bickering before at the edge of the jungle. It was an unthinkable thing to do for him and the other Unit personnel, even if Ron himself was an A-class esper. Even during the excursion last year, they weren't this relaxed. But then again, there were only Bassena and that markswoman as proper damage dealers.