Chen Yang looked around and saw that there were at least thirty people on the third floor, each wearing camouflage and holding a gun, looking fierce and formidable, and quite professional.
Moreover, these people gathered together, and there was even a faint sense of killing intent. Although it wasn't particularly strong, it was apparent that they must have killed before to have such an aura.
These armed militants were truly battle-hardened.
"Damn, didn't Lu Cheng say there were only six or seven people? They've clearly brought over a team from the Middle East battlefield, and there must be people guarding the first floor right now. All told, there could be over sixty people. What on earth do they want to do here in Dong'an?"
Chen Yang frowned, feeling somewhat curious about Tu Guanghui's motives.
