Early in the morning, the officials of Stronghold 111 were already waiting nervously at the city gates.
It was drizzling, but this group of officials did not even dare to open their umbrellas and just stood waiting in the rain.
News of Luo Lan's massacre of political opponents had reached Stronghold 111 last night.
Although the officials knew they were not the targets, the problem was that anyone would feel a little scared when faced with someone who cleaned up the Qing Consortium's threats in just three days.
This was even if they knew he would not kill them, nor that they mattered in his eyes at all.
An hour later, the special forces convoy Luo Lan was with finally arrived. As usual, the convoy drove past the entrance with a roar.
When the muddy water from the wheels splashed onto the officials' bodies and faces, it was as though Luo Lan had slapped their faces.
