South Africa, a certain city, the front of a certain hotel.
At this moment, the lights are bright, and many people are gathered at the entrance, almost blocking the doorway entirely.
Chris stands in the forefront with his hands folded behind his back, his face sullen. His hawk-like gaze scans the surroundings incessantly.
Having already lost several high-ranking Innate masters, he dares not let his men roam freely outside. It can't be helped, the enemy's strength is not weak too; taking down a few Innate masters is as easy as drinking water for them.
"What are they doing?"
In the business car, Yao Rao asks with her eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Why are they all crowding at the door?"
"They should be waiting for someone."
Zhang Xian laughs: "We've killed their four high-ranking Innate masters. He already got the message by now and is waiting for those Innate masters come."
"Should we go and attack them directly?" Mickey asks.
