Chi Xia wasn't really going to hold it against her. After hearing this, she didn't delve any further and continued to turn her head to stare at the movement of the building in front of her. She then asked, "How did you end up doing what you did before? With your superpowers, you could have easily stayed in any base."
Chunli's eyes darkened slightly upon hearing this, but she quickly regained her composure and said casually, "It's nothing. My childhood sweetheart fell in love with a scheming woman, and I was framed and kicked out of the base. I figured the base didn't really matter, so I just decided to make my own way on my own."
"You can be both salty and sweet, mature and cute, how come you can't even beat a green tea b*tch? You're so weak."
Chi Xia shook her head in disdain: "What's that base called?"
Chun-Li still felt a pang of resentment when the base was mentioned. She snorted softly, "It's called the Martial Arts Alliance."
"Martial Arts Alliance?"
Han Junche, who had been silent until now, spoke up: "Is it a base composed of a group of martial arts-skilled superhumans? Is the highest-ranking officer of that base surnamed Fu?"
Chunli sighed: "Yes."
Hearing this, Chi Xia turned to look at her and asked, "So, what's your relationship with that manager?"
“My dad.” Chunli answered, then immediately waved her hand, “Oh dear, let’s not talk about that.”
Chi Xia knew that this had touched on her painful memories, so she didn't ask any more questions.
In Chi Xia's opinion, Chunli is not a bad person. Whether it is her previous concern about the escape of the mutated zombies with superpowers, or the bandits she intercepted, she is not only not bad, but also has a chivalrous heart.
They were like the chivalrous knights of ancient times who robbed ill-gotten gains, killed unjust people, and rid the people of evil.
However, despite all this, she was kicked out of the base by her own father and had her childhood sweetheart stolen by a scheming woman.
All of this seemed impossible, but Chi Xia had seen too many examples like this before, and she knew exactly what had happened.
Just because you don't mention it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
Chi Xia said, "You had your father stolen by a green tea b*tch, your childhood sweetheart stolen, and you were even smeared and kicked out of the base. I don't know whether to call you magnanimous or stupid."
Chun-Li pouted: "The opponent is too strong, there's nothing I can do."
Now is not the time to discuss this issue, but Chi Xia also kept Chunli's matter in mind.
Chi Xia is extremely protective of her own. Based on her years of experience judging people, Chunli is a good person. Now that Chunli has become her person, she will absolutely not let Chunli be bullied like this and carry a bad reputation for the rest of her life.
But this isn't urgent; we have to take it slowly.
It's been more than ten minutes since Mengmeng went in, so it should have been back by now.
Although Chi Xia knew that when Mengmeng was invisible, all her auras were concealed, and even psychics could not detect her presence, she still couldn't help but feel anxious.
If it weren't for her calm and collected personality, she would probably have rushed in by now.
Han Junche noticed her anxiety, came to her side, and for the first time took the initiative to hold her hand.
Normally, Chi Xia would have been so excited she'd squeal like a groundhog, but she simply wasn't in the mood right now.
She simply turned her head and smiled at Han Junche, then continued to stare intently at the movements of the building in front of her.
Time passed slowly, and Chi Xia became increasingly anxious. Not only her, Chunli beside her also began to stare anxiously ahead, and even Han Junche frowned.
About ten minutes later, Chi Xia finally couldn't hold back any longer. She turned to Han Junche and Chunli and said, "I have to go in and take a look."
Han Junche nodded: "Okay, but you must promise me that no matter whether we find Mengmeng or not, we must evacuate before our superpowers are used up to 80%!"
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