At this moment, in a luxurious guest room within the base, the middle-aged man who called himself Mr. Tang slightly furrowed his brows, pacing back and forth in the living room with a tinge of worry in his eyes.
Beside him, the young girl wearing a mask gazed at the doorway, her anxious feelings plainly evident in her clear eyes.
Just then, the door opened, and two men, one after the other, hurried in.
Seeing the newcomers, the middle-aged man couldn't wait to ask, "What's the situation outside?"
"We've just checked; the base's systems have been shut down, and there's been a firefight in the residential area."
"Is it Ling Chen?"
The two men looked at each other and said, "Other than him, we can't think of anyone else."
"This guy..." The middle-aged man felt somewhat helpless.
"Master, what should we do now?" asked the girl with the mask. "With Ling Chen acting like this, our plan is probably not going to work."
