"This is...."
Li Tong inquired, as Chen Feng's eyes flashed.
"It came quite fast."
As the words fell, the flying device could be seen slowly descending outside the redwood gate of the Mountain Gate courtyard.
A circular blast of air stirred up, weeds swayed, and dust flew.
Without saying more, he led a few people out of the courtyard, quickly seeing the hatch open, revealing several figures.
Most were burly figures in suits, either wielding firearms or with transformed bodies.
A familiar Zhou Cheng was among them, along with a middle-aged woman holding a briefcase, with short black hair to her shoulders, and wearing a trench coat.
Her black leather boots stepping on gray stone bricks, the crisp sound of footsteps echoed.
"Master Chen." Meili smiled as she spoke, and the people behind her, including Zhou Cheng, respectfully followed suit in greeting.
"Ms. Mei."
Chen Feng nodded. This was support he specially invited from Lin Hao's side.
