At both ends of the long corridor, Shang Yu and Xiao Hongdao faced each other.
In terms of imposing presence, the over-fifty, mobility-impaired Xiao Hongdao was clearly a step lower.
He lowered his gaze to hide the ferocity in his eyes, clenched his fists slightly, veins bulging, "You came quickly."
Shang Yu's expression was cold and stern, his gaze deep and imperious. He stepped over the ruins steadily towards the Earthen Building stairs.
Xiao Hongdao's face twisted, giving a signal. Dozens of his confidants swarmed forward.
The man ignored them, his footsteps resounded as he ascended the stairs.
As the confidants closed in on Shang Yu, ropes descended from the helicopter hovering above, and several men in black combat suits slid down from the cabin.
Other heavy Plunderer vehicles opened their doors one by one. Though fewer in number than Xiao Hongdao's hundred-odd confidants, each was agile, well-trained, and moved in perfect synchronization.
