But it doesn't stop them from having a discussion.
It's like a group of guys gathering around to admire a tank—even if the tank doesn't belong to you, just watching it is thrilling, isn't it?
Miyamoto Rei couldn't understand this kind of male fascination. She carefully stayed close behind Duanmu Huai, clutching the long spear tightly while keeping her eyes on both sides of the street. The homes on either side of the road had mostly collapsed due to Duanmu Huai's earlier "cleanup." Even if there were anything alive inside, it probably wouldn't last long. But as a young woman, Miyamoto Rei was still quite meticulous.
"Crash!"
At that moment, an abrupt sound came from the rubble of a nearby house. Hearing it, Miyamoto Rei immediately turned around, gripping the long spear tightly and aiming at the source of the noise.
"Careful, there's something over there!"
"What is it?"
