"Creak~"
Accompanied by the grating sound, the thick, dilapidated black door slowly opened, and a pungent mix of rot and mildew assaulted the senses.
Xu Ruoguang frowned slightly, bypassing the veteran who automatically stepped aside after opening the door, and entered first.
The veterans behind exchanged a look and reluctantly followed suit.
They weren't afraid per se; as former soldiers themselves, they could move freely with their prosthetics, while these veterans were all crammed together here waiting to "rot."
This stark contrast made it easy to draw certain conclusions, particularly when the team leader, a confidant of the local administrator, did not want to present a bad impression to that administrator before their true intentions were exposed.
As for this Block No. 2 Veteran Camp itself, they felt there was nothing to hide...
"Shing!"
