'Creak.'
This is the third time Ling Xue has pushed open Li Kuo's door.
Night has fallen, yet he is still rapidly typing on the keyboard, his eyes filled with fatigue, but he has persistently worked without eating or drinking for more than six hours.
It should be nearly done by now...
Ling Xue carried the freshly heated noodles back out, gently closing the door.
Without a word, she silently watches him, hoping that when he's done, he can have a bite of hot food.
Meanwhile, equally exhausted is Mukai Ryuzi.
Every time it seems like he's about to break through, Li Kuo foils his efforts again.
Repeated failures have made Muto and others disappointed in him.
"Alright, Mukai, stop."
"No, I must break through his defenses."
Facing Muto's command, Mukai Ryuzi shows no awareness; given his personality, he probably wouldn't give up even if he had to fight the whole night.
However, Muto is the highest-ranking officer here, and how can his orders not be followed?
