If it weren't for the tension and unease in Triangle's voice, and Horn's absolute certainty that her communication hadn't been activated, she would have almost suspected that Triangle was playing a joke on her.

"What happened?" Horn asked immediately.

The person on the other end of the triangle lowered their voice instinctively and recounted their experience in detail.

After listening to the report, Bugle felt a mix of emotions.

Bagpipes, also in the communication, just chuckled foolishly:

"Captain, I knew Xiaobai was a caster skilled in Originium Arts."

"Isn't the main point that we unintentionally recruited a powerful individual of unknown origin into our team?" Horn said irritably.

Bagpipe shrank back in fright and said weakly:

"He's not of dubious origin; he's Chenchen's friend..."

Halfway through his sentence, Bagpipes was startled into silence by the horn's gaze.

Horn took a deep breath, feeling somewhat helpless towards the simple-minded girl, Bagpipes. He could only call out and quicken his pace toward the main force's location.

When the two of them returned to the group, they saw Qi Yan looking pitiful, clutching the oboe's clothes and pleading:

"Please don't kick me out, I beg you. Without you, I might not even make it to Little Hill County."

The oboe was both terrified and frantic:

"Are you kidding us? It's only a few kilometers, and you're telling me we can't make it?"

"I just can't get there. My Originium Arts says I just overdid it and I'm feeling a bit weak now. I need to go take a nap."

Qi Yan was utterly helpless: "Without him, I'm just a stand user without a stand, a traveler without Paimon, unable to fight or find my way."

Don't send me away, I'm easy to take care of, I can even whine!

A tingling sensation ran down my scalp as I listened to the oboe.

Even though Qi Yan was explaining to him, he found that he could understand each word individually, but he couldn't understand them at all when they were put together.

Just then, he looked up and saw the bugle approaching in the distance, and his expression immediately turned as if he had seen his own mother:

"Captain, please save me!"

Haojiao walked over with a stern face, looking at Qi Yan, whose face practically screamed "I am weak and pitiful," without a shred of sympathy.

"Xiao Bai, I think we need an explanation. Who exactly are you?" Horn said solemnly. "Your information is important, but your act of concealing your strength is enough to completely shatter the little trust we have left."

"Hidden strength?"

Qi Yan looked shocked and immediately shouted, "I'm innocent, Captain! When did I ever say I was weak?"

Horn: "It seems...there isn't one..."

Her carefully constructed stern expression almost crumbled.

“Captain, Xiaobai really never said he was weak,” Bagpipe earnestly chimed in from the side.

"Is Xiaobai your teammate, or are we your teammates?"

The horn glared at the bagpipes with annoyance, startling the latter into quickly covering its mouth.

After reprimanding the simpleton Bagpipes, Horn tried to regain his serious expression and looked at Qi Yan again:

"If you're so strong, why did you infiltrate our team?"

He frowned and asked, "Didn't you keep me here because you thought my intelligence was useful, but also had some doubts?"

Horn: "It seems...yes..."

Her heart was in turmoil.

"team leader……"

"Bagpipes, go run laps!" Horn shouted, silencing Bagpipes. "You're not allowed to stop until I told you to!"

Bagpipe's little face immediately fell, and she turned her head miserably to start running laps around the group.

After dealing with the 'undercover agent' beside him, Horn continued to look at Qi Yan:

"Then why don't you explain it?"

"Why would I bother showing off my abilities everywhere when I have nothing better to do?"

With a single sentence from Qi Yan, the bugle was once again rendered speechless.

Seeing the bugle call fall silent, they unanimously decided to switch from offense to defense:

"Captain, you don't want others to know that your Storm Assault Team accepted help from others and then kicked them out of the team, do you?"

horn:"……"

Qi Yan persisted, rambling on and on:

"If you do that, there's nothing I can do. At most, I can go to Sargon and dig up a great writer named Aphrodite from underground, and then have her write these things into a book so that it can be widely circulated throughout this land."

I've even thought of a title: "I'm Almost a God, and You're Kicking Me Out of the Team? Don't Regret It! Thirty Years East of the River, Thirty Years West of the River; Don't Underestimate a Young Man's Poorness; My Slower-Paced Life After Leaving the Team; My Girlfriend is Here Again!"

horn:"…………"

It was supposed to be a serious questioning session, but the group of people around the bugle gradually turned red from trying not to laugh.

Only the horn's once fair face grew increasingly dark.

Bagpipes ran past in circles, shouting loudly:

"It sounds so appealing, but why dig up a dead writer from underground? I remember there are many famous writers in Little Hills County."

"Bagpipes, three more loops!" the horn roared.

"Roger that... Hey? Captain, did you specify the number of laps I should do?"

(Ah, I'm late. That's all for today. Goodnight, love you all~)

Chapter 527 The Doubt of the Horn

Horn gritted his teeth, staring at Qi Yan who looked defiant, as if he wanted to rush up and bite him to vent his anger.

Qi Yan shrank his neck, and then an expectant expression gradually appeared on his face.

horn:"……"

She now understands Qi Yan's temperament.

The bugle struggled to calm itself and regained its composure, saying:

"No matter what threats you make, I cannot keep you in the Storm Commando."

"Tsk." Qi Yan curled his lip. "Did they still kick me out of the team?"

"I won't just leave you in the wilderness outside the city."

Horn assured, "I will take care of getting you into the city, but after that, I hope you won't suddenly appear before us. I regret that I cannot tolerate such a capable fellow as you being with my companions before I can confirm your identity."

Qi Yan shouted, "My identity is very clear, my sister-in-law is Chen Huijie!"

"Nobody cares about this except for bagpipes!"

The horn glanced sideways at its silly teammate who was frantically running laps.

Qi Yan clicked his tongue and didn't dwell on the matter.

Horn turned to look at the others and began assigning tasks:

"Bagpipe and I will take Little White to Little Hill County, while you will split up and investigate outside the city, focusing on the situation of the local garrison."

Remember, avoid direct confrontation with local military forces or ghost troops; your safety is paramount to completing the mission.

The Storm Commando answered in unison.

Even the bagpipes running laps joined in loudly.

After explaining these matters, Horn demonstrated his decisive and efficient work style by immediately taking Qi Yan and heading towards Xiaoqiu County.

Bagpipes wanted to follow along, but under the horn's oppressive gaze, she let out a wail and obediently ran laps around the two of them.

"This...is a bit cruel, isn't it?"

Qi Yan looked at the bagpipes that were circling around him and couldn't help but feel pity.

Bagpipes ran up to him and cheerfully said:

"Xiaobai, I'm different from you. This amount of exercise is so little that I can barely even break a sweat."

Qi Yan: "...Captain, I think she should add some weight, like me."

Horn removed his shield and tossed it into Bagpipes' arms, then looked at Qi Yan and shook his head:

"You're not good enough, you're too light."

Qi Yan: "...You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

The horn raised an eyebrow, turned its face away, and did not give a direct answer.

Qi Yan was so angry that he pulled out his Nokia phone and started chewing on it. Just as he was getting into it, he suddenly realized:

"Shouldn't you have stayed at the local military base and gone out alone to conduct an investigation?"

"Who do you think caused me to have to rush back to deal with the situation?" the bugle retorted.

"...Ah, who is it? How intriguing."

Qi Yan grinned dryly and continued to grind his teeth on his Nokia phone to pass the time.

As Qi Yan quieted down, the atmosphere among the three became silent, with only the sound of bagpipes running past.

A distance of several kilometers is almost negligible for a horn.

Qi Yan walked very slowly, which contrasted sharply with Feng Di, who ran laps the whole way without breaking a sweat.

The horn, seeing Qi Yan's seemingly genuine weariness, still felt unreal.

This is the guy who wiped out a hundred-strong ghost army with a single Originium Arts spell?

His strength is undeniable, yet he is also shockingly weak. Just who is he?

Just as the horn was lost in confusion, the Nokia in Qi Yan's mouth suddenly vibrated, making his mouth go numb.

Qi Yan held the Nokia in his hand and discovered that it was an email from the doctor.

"What's that idiot doing now?"

Qi Yan didn't shy away from the topic and opened the email in front of her, whereupon a picture jumped into their eyes.

In the picture, surrounded by a vast expanse of white snow, a man whose face is not visible is being pinned to the ground by a dashing blonde woman, his entire face pressed tightly against the ground—a truly pitiful sight.

What's even more tragic is that this horrific scene was being watched by a large crowd, among whom SilverAsh's tall figure was the most eye-catching.

Along with the pictures came a note from the PhD student in the email:

"To be honest, SilverAsh is really my good brother. He was worried that I would be too lonely in the snow mountain, so he even put on a show for me, showing off a lively scene of his bodyguard beating up his good brother!"

I think you'd be very interested in this kind of scene. Call me "Dad," and I'll send you high-resolution original photos, along with a video!

Qi Yan could imagine the doctor's arrogant face just by looking at the words, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

With a tap of his finger, Qi Yan edited a reply on the spot.

In a bustling square on Mount Shelag, the Doctor was standing on tiptoe, enjoying the farce that SilverAsh and his childhood friend had orchestrated.

Upon receiving Qi Yan's reply, the joy on his face froze instantly, and he abruptly turned to look at his side.

Next to him, a young black man dressed in an elite Rhodes Island operator uniform was holding up a terminal and filming the scene.

Seeing the doctor looking over, the black guy calmly explained:

"Before I left, Qi Yan asked me to take some pictures of the scenery of Shelag and some dramatic conflict scenes for him. It's amazing, isn't it? We had never officially communicated, but he knew my contact number."

"I gave it to him!"

The doctor was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet.

While feeling angry, the doctor couldn't help but have some doubts.

Qi Yan, that white-haired dog, could even predict which elite operator Kal'tsit would send with him...

Outside Xiaoqiu County, Haojiao frowned as he watched Qi Yan put away his terminal.

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