# 405
**Chapter 405: We’re Just a Legend**
The man stared at the three black crates for a long time, but ultimately gave up on the idea of making a move.
Though he was a member of the Church of the Ancient Gods, he was also the proud agent of the黄沙之神赛特, the God of Yellow Sands. There was no need to gamble his life for a nameless team. The snake woman was dead—so be it. He had no intention of joining her.
“Fine,” the man said through gritted teeth. “This time… I’ll let you go. But if you take something that belongs to the Church of the Ancient Gods, you’d better be ready to be hunted for it.
I hope you live long enough for us to meet again. When that day comes, I’ll kill you myself!”
He gave Lin Qiye one last cold glance, then his body dispersed into a cloud of yellow sand, vanishing into the night breeze.
Only after confirming the man had truly left did Lin Qiye finally exhale in relief.
While planning this operation, he and An Qingyu had anticipated this exact scenario. Still, they had decided to take the gamble—betting that the contents of these three crates were dangerous enough to threaten even a “Boundless” realm life.
Of course, Lin Qiye hadn’t made this bet blindly.
From the way the man operated, it was clear he was cautious and risk-averse. If these crates could pose a threat to a special team, they could certainly threaten a “Boundless” being. And if there was even the slightest chance of failure, he wouldn’t take the risk.
According to Lin Qiye and An Qingyu’s calculations, there was at least a seventy percent chance the man would retreat upon seeing the crates in Lin Qiye’s hands.
And as it turned out, their guess had been spot on.
With the man gone, Cao Yuan and the others finally relaxed, returning to their half-dead, exhausted states.
“By the way, where’s An Qingyu?” Cao Yuan asked, puzzled.
“Him?” Lin Qiye thought for a moment. “Probably still on the highway.”
…
Outside the Boundary of No Restraint.
Jiang Han watched as the purple mist gradually dissipated, her eyes lighting up with joy!
As the seventh member of Team 017 left behind to guard the perimeter, she alone knew how grueling the past dozen hours had been…
Once twelve hours had passed and her teammates still hadn’t emerged, her composure had begun to crack. If not for the prior agreement that she must remain outside to coordinate, she would’ve charged in with her blade. Waiting alone was far more agonizing than being trapped alongside her comrades.
Thankfully, a few hours ago, a special team’s aircraft had flown over the mist, giving her a sliver of reassurance.
With a special team on the scene, things should be fine, right?
She just didn’t know—was it the legendary 【Phoenix】 Squad?
“Everyone, move out! We’re going in to rescue them!!”
Jiang Han shouted to the dozen or so ambulances and cleanup vehicles that had been waiting nearby, then leapt into a military jeep and slammed the accelerator.
Vroom—!!
With a roar, the jeep shot toward the heart of Gusu, the massive rescue convoy following close behind.
Passing through the now-thin purple mist, the jeep sped like an arrow, headlights cutting through the darkness. Up ahead, a few figures slowly emerged.
“Stop!”
Jiang Han frowned at the sight and grabbed her radio.
The convoy gradually slowed, stopping in the middle of the wide road. Headlight beams pierced the purple mist, illuminating the silhouettes of four masked figures at the far end.
Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and Red Boy.
Sun Wukong and Red Boy walked in front. Zhu Bajie carried a woman on his back. Sha Wujing dragged a cart, its wheels clattering against the pavement. On the cart lay four people stacked neatly—three of them bound tightly, their faces filled with despair.
The rescue team froze in place.
What… was going on here?
“Molly!!” Jiang Han cried out when she recognized the badly injured girl on Baili Pangpang’s back, rushing forward.
“You’re from Team 017?” Lin Qiye, wearing the Sun Wukong mask, stopped walking. “Molly and Qin Kai need immediate medical attention. Also, one of your teammates was knocked out near the South Gate—make sure to retrieve him.”
Jiang Han blinked, then nodded quickly.
“Thank you…”
“Hey, be gentle! Don’t jostle our Molly!” Baili Pangpang, in the Zhu Bajie mask, carefully placed Molly onto a stretcher while instructing the medics, his eyes never leaving her unconscious form, filled with heartache.
Lin Qiye walked over and patted his shoulder. “Time to go.”
Baili Pangpang reluctantly tore his gaze away and followed Lin Qiye, head drooping in dejection.
“Don’t worry. She’ll be fine,” Lin Qiye reassured him. “We’ll be staying in Gusu for a while. Once she wakes up, you can take off your mask and visit her at the hospital.”
“Really?” Baili Pangpang perked up instantly. “That’s great… Qiye, when I go to the temple to get a charm, should I get one for Molly too?”
“What charm?” Lin Qiye asked, confused.
“Old Cao told me…”
Baili Pangpang recounted Cao Yuan’s suggestion in full. As they talked, Jiang Han approached them.
“Um…” she couldn’t help but ask, “Are you the 【Phoenix】 Squad or the 【Mask】 Squad?”
Jiang Han had been with the Night Watch for a few years and knew a bit about the special teams. But the group before her didn’t seem to match any of them. Though they wore masks like the 【Mask】 Squad, the designs were different—and the numbers didn’t add up…
Lin Qiye and Baili Pangpang exchanged glances, both looking resigned.
“We’re the fifth special team,” Lin Qiye replied vaguely.
“The fifth special team?” Jiang Han froze. “But I’ve never heard of you.”
“Exactly,” Baili Pangpang grinned. “Don’t idolize us. After all… we’re just a legend.”
The two turned and walked off in the other direction. Jialan and Cao Yuan followed, falling into step beside them.
“Let’s go,” Lin Qiye called over his shoulder, waving without looking back.
Jiang Han opened her mouth, as if to ask more, but said nothing.
Under the gaze of the rescue team, the four figures wearing Journey to the West masks slowly vanished into the purple mist…