At this moment, Yang Jian, Xiong Wenwen, Luo Su Yi, and Lin Luomei roamed near the Caesar Grand Hotel shrouded in the Ghost Fog. They neither chose to retreat nor rashly burst into the interior.
In such times, any recklessness could prove fatal.
Yang Jian wanted this operation to be perfect, to ensure a smooth resolution to the incident. The resources at his disposal were limited; if they didn't succeed this time, they definitely wouldn't be so well prepared next time.
"It looks like the odds are against us this time," Luo Su Yi stood not far away, his mood worsening as he watched Yang Jian deep in thought, "Yang Jian is being so cautious, which only goes to show how dangerous it must be inside. If it weren't for the fact that we had no other choice, you wouldn't catch me dead here."
Lin Luomei didn't speak. She just glanced at Luo Su Yi, her eyes betraying unease and fear.
She had a premonition that she might die in this hotel.
