“So that's how it is.” Xuan muttered to himself as he sat on the computer chair. Strange numbers appeared on the computer screen, similar to the text Xuan gave Honglu. They were all random numbers without order to them, but that was only to the people behind Xuan. It seemed Xuan had grasped the meaning behind this string of numbers.

“What does it mean? What is this all about?” Zheng suddenly asked curiously.

Xuan frowned for a long time before suddenly asking, “Are any of team Africa still alive? What happened to their corpses?”

“Haaaah. No survivors. It seems team Africa’s strength didn’t increase by much. They were actually wiped by just those two....