"What's going on?"
"Did some idiot accidentally bump into the circuit breaker?"
"Could it be Hu Lang?"
"Impossible. He's been shot so many times, he's probably dead by now. But no matter what, we must find that item."
With a Bluetooth earpiece, Wang Lan listened to Xiao Ai's report on enemy distribution. By the time he reached this floor, Wang Lan no longer needed Xiao Ai's reports.
The sudden blackout was a blatantly abnormal situation. Truly elite warriors would have immediately sought cover. Not only did these men fail to do so, but they even felt like chatting?
To call them a ragtag bunch would be a compliment; they were a group of idiots who didn't even know how to spell 'death'.
In an instant, Wang Lan's figure transformed into a streak of light at the stairwell entrance.
"What was that?" A cry of surprise erupted instantly from the corridor opposite.
