Li Qiao sat in the cabin, removed his headphones, and looked out at the dim mountain valley with a frown before walking out of the cabin.
The entire South Sea Mountain was under Shang Yu's control, so... what was it being used for?
This vast mountain valley, gloomy and windless, was eerily desolate and unnerving.
In less than three minutes, thunder rumbled, and a dense drizzle began to fall, quickly wetting their shoulders.
No one opened an umbrella, and Li Qiao didn't make a sound either.
Suddenly, a bright searchlight from high above the valley flashed on, illuminating the dark valley as bright as day.
Li Qiao squinted uncomfortably and took a closer look—
In the field of vision ahead, there was a square table, a round chair, and Shang Yu sitting cross-legged in the center, his arm resting on the table edge, holding... a gun in his hand.
The golden, cold body of the gun glinted with broken light, adding a chilling aura to the night.
