All four men looked toward the mutated chihuahua.
It sat near the warehouse entrance, tail wagging, red-veined black fur gleaming under the emergency lights. It looked back at them.
Then sneezed.
Tang Li Yue, from across the warehouse, snapped, "Do not sneeze near my supplies!"
The chihuahua lowered its head.
Lu Chengran looked away. "The dog is also confidential."
Xu Ren's brows twitched. "We are classifying the dog?"
"Yes."
Chen Qiao whispered, "Does it need a file, Captain?"
Lu Chengran's gaze cut toward him.
Chen Qiao immediately straightened. "No file. Understood."
Gao Jun coughed.
For the first time in hours, the shadow of grief did not swallow the room whole. It remained there, of course. Zhou Han's death and return had not erased the horror of what happened.
It had only twisted it into something no one knew how to hold.
But it was easier to breathe.
Zhou Han was alive and their captain was alive.
