Southern Continent.
Xiaoshanhe Institute.
Nantian Wen wore a somber expression, his fingers tapping rapidly on the tabletop, his sharp eyes like a hawk's, exuding a cold and fierce gleam.
To his right, Yang Ling pressed his lips tightly together, his brow slightly furrowed, showing suppressed anger in his expression.
Ye Heng, Jin Feiyan, and other experts from Xiaoshanhe Institute were present.
The atmosphere in the entire grand hall was oppressively tense.
After a moment.
A figure hurriedly rushed in, and Ruan Yunyi entered the grand hall.
He immediately drew everyone's attention.
Ye Heng asked, "What's the situation?"
Ruan Yunyi shook his head, his face so dark it could drip water, and said solemnly, "According to the current intelligence, this group of mysterious strongmen came prepared, ruthless and powerful. They appeared like a thunderbolt, eliminating the city guards and strongmen, then swiftly captured ordinary citizens and disappeared without leaving any trace..."
