The unit pressed on with their patrol, and the entire way, Fan-Zhou was venting about ‘‘That premature anarchist and his dimwitted baboon.’’, mainly to Liang, who did not take his words kindly, but neither did he feel the need or position to object to them. Looks like Fan-Zhou didn’t take much liking with anyone in his unit, save for Liang. And for some reason, even though Ren didn’t do anything wrong in this instance, he too was the target of the lieutenant’s verbal outbreak.
After a while, he had calmed down, and the remainder of the squad continued relatively normally. Eventually, they made a loop in their path, and began heading back. They took a few minutes break along the way to flex from all the mountain hiking they were doing, and take the time to release any bodily fluids off of the edge of the world.
While Fan was busy pissing on the entire world before him, the two brothers in Halatir’s unit, Dong-Rong & Biao-Rong have taken it upon themselves to secure the area and have entered guard mode, but Fan did not care to notice anyone else and their discipline or initiative, only his own.
Liang approached Halatir, one hand holding his satchel he had hanging over his shoulder.
’‘How are you holding up?’’ he asked, too far and with a low enough tone for Fan-Zhou to not hear him.