Certainly, here is the translation:
The liaison stuffed his cheeks full, looking like a little hamster that had been fed.
Coupled with his startled expression and wide-open eyes, it looked somewhat comical.
He mechanically swallowed the last bite of his pancake, followed by a few gulps, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"Senior... you... you must be joking with the junior... right?"
Forcing a smile, the liaison's voice was trembling, his previously smooth tongue now stuttering.
"I wish I were really joking with you, but... the probability of an apocalyptic crisis is very high, otherwise, why would I be here? Wouldn't it be better to constantly cultivate?" Lu Wenwu said calmly.
In fact, he truly wasn't trying to scare this military liaison.
What good would scaring him do?
Just based on past dungeon experiences and the information provided by Liu Ming, any main task involving survival in high-tier dungeons tends to have an apocalyptic crisis.
