"Over there, quick, quick! Everyone, follow!"
Messy footsteps sounded.
While Tang Wulin was still in shock, the remaining people in the base came dashing over from the four corridors at the front, back and sides of the hall.
Leading them was a middle-aged man.
Su Jingxing, whose blood and Qi had been completely suppressed and his limbs more or less recovered, glanced at him from afar and recognized him.
Shi Jinzhou, Shi Yanfeng's father, a sixth-grade martial artist.
As for the others, they were basically guards with assault rifles in their hands.
Swoosh!
Ignoring Shi Jinzhou and company, Su Jingxing raised his saber and charged towards Tang Wulin.
Compared to Shi Jinzhou, Tang Wulin was the biggest threat.
"Damn it!"
