After leaving the building, they returned to the place where the hummer trucks were parked. A crowd of military men had already formed around the vehicles. Their guns were raised against the base's elites who similarly had their guns raised. This silent stand-off had already lasted for quite some time.
Li Nanheng watched as countless men from the military surrounded the vehicle Feng Ling was in. His frightening back view made it impossible for once to feel any warmth.
His eyes were dangerously cold, and as he slowly narrowed them, the world seemed to be engulfed in frost.
"Boss." When the elites saw that he had returned, one of them quickly approached his side to whisper: "They don't plan on letting us leave."
"How's Feng Ling?" Li Nanheng asked mildly.
"I'm not too sure. He hasn't come out since K supported him in. He should still be unconscious."
