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Chapter 13 - 13 13 Night Tour

13: Chapter 13: Night Tour 13: Chapter 13: Night Tour Zhang Ying was gone.

An Jing blinked, his gaze fixed on the small room, his bunkmate to the left, friend, and follower.

The hunter boy was not in his bed.

His bed was immaculately tidy, so neatly arranged that it was abnormal, with both the pillow and blanket folded so flat they resembled tofu.

An Jing knew that Zhang Ying hadn’t made the bed himself because that silly lad just couldn’t fold a blanket; he had been taught several times but still did it as if a dog had scrabbled over it.

“Why is Zhang Ying missing?!”

Another hour later, when Cang Linzu woke up and realized this, he couldn’t help but exclaim.

He and Zhang Ying got along the best, one a hunter and the other from the Martial Family, both practiced martial arts from a young age and were interested in hunting, fighting, and weapons such as knives, guns, sticks, and swords.

Although Zhang Ying wasn’t as skilled as he was, the gap wasn’t that wide, especially since Zhang Ying was an archer par excellence, peerless among them, which allowed for mutual learning.

Usually, the two of them followed An Jing closely, almost inseparable.

“Could he have been running around and got locked up in confinement?”

Zhan Feng muttered, although most of the children from Hanging Fate Manor were more mature than their peers due to their refugee status, once in a safe environment, some naturally mischievous kids would emerge, liking to run around and then be punished by being locked in confinement, even missing dinner.

Zhan Feng cared most about meals; although big, he never took risks, in contrast to Zhang Ying, who most certainly would have run around had An Jing not called out to him several times.

“Let’s go ask the instructors,” Ye Xiuyuan said softly, one of the smartest children among them.

He tilted his head slightly towards An Jing and noticed that the dormitory’s leader had an expressionless face, seemingly deep in thought, and he had already some ideas in his heart, “Maybe…

he just left.”

Left?

Could it be…

he was eliminated?

Had the second round of eliminations begun?

A possibility arose in everyone’s mind, but none dared to voice it.

Not until they had