When the Old Task Force noticed the pale face, he shrank back and disappeared from the window.
"He's heading down." Jiang Baimian made a judgment based on the bioelectric signals.
Long Yuehong—who was wearing the Blackmarsh Iron Snake bionic artificial intelligence armor—turned his body to the corresponding spot and sized up the situation through his visor.
The buildings here had a very strong classical charm. The doors on the first floor were rather tall, enough for a legendary giant to pass through. However, they only had the bottom half open. The windows above were arched, and the balconies were narrow. They were purely decorative with no practical value.
With a glance, Long Yuehong deliberated and said, "Could it be that he wants to attack us as well?"
It was virtually impossible that they greeted each other with tears in their eyes like the meeting of fellow townsfolk, right?
