The thought that the Black Demon might be reassembled, even if it's just a small team of a few people, made Gao Yang feel invigorated.
The Black Demon is like a peerless sword, sheathed at its sharpest moment. Then, this sword was stored away, left to rust in a muddy swamp, waiting for the rust to eat it away.
Gao Yang had no special feelings towards the Soviet Union—neither fondness nor aversion—it was just a term to him. But the Black Demon was different. Whether you call it heroes cherishing heroes or objects resonating with their kind, Gao Yang did not want to see this legendary name swept into the dustbin of history.
With Pavlovich's words on his mind, Gao Yang hurriedly walked outside after leaving Pavlovich's room. He wanted to arrange for someone to handle this matter immediately. But just as he stepped out of Pavlovich's room, he found Albert waiting outside.
Albert pointed towards a door and said in a low voice, "Polovich is awake. He wants to talk to you."
