The darkness of the night stretched on without end.
The mood on the tour bus was getting tenser by the moment.
The red numbers on the digital clock continued to tick forward. Finally, it was exactly half-past four.
Everyone sat up in alert. Their gaze was spirited and their bodies bristled with a battle-ready aura.
The two teams had agreed to meet at half-past four. The other team of Taoist masters had already arrived at the predetermined location. They were waiting for Tang Hao's group to launch their frontal assault so that they could attack from the back.
An elderly Taoist master with silvery-white hair stood at the front of the bus.
Even though he was as thin as a skeleton, he had an intimidating aura around him.
He had two machine guns and a belt of hand grenades slung on his shoulders.
He turned around and looked at the rest with a steely gaze.
