The azure sky had a blazing sun hanging high, scorching the earth, as the vast ocean waves rolled in and crashed against cliffs and reefs, sending countless flying splashes and mist. Sea birds chased the waves, chirping joyfully, while the woods on the coast rustled with the wind as if countless people were whispering. Luo Zheng looked at everything around him, but his heart was unusually heavy. Suddenly, he saw a few familiar figures approaching, and his expression instantly relaxed into a smile.
Approaching were Ghost Hand, Mountain Eagle, and Snow Leopard, three brothers who had faced life and death together. Fully armed, they jogged up with their guns in their arms. Seeing the three of them, Luo Zheng felt his seriousness dissipate immediately, as if he was filled with strength and confidence, like he had found a pillar of support, and greeted them with joy.
"Hahaha, brothers, I've been waiting eagerly for you." Luo Zheng exclaimed excitedly.
