Bang!
With a dull thud, the iron door to the VIP room was smashed open, and a fist-thick metal plate was forcibly indented, forming a large hole from the heavy impact.
Only then did Wilson Longjiu put down his wine glass and slowly walked out of the room.
A thick smell of gunpowder immediately assaulted the nostrils.
To him, this was not only unobjectionable but even somewhat enjoyable. He took a deep breath, allowing the scent of powder to fully permeate his lungs.
The door had been opened by a six-legged transport machine, its body almost perfectly filling the entire corridor.
"Where did you find this thing?" Longjiu patted the machine's steel joints.
