Chen Yang walked to the doorway of the room from where the sound emanated and kicked the door open, finding it bizarrely empty inside.
He picked up a flashlight and illuminated the room, where only two women lay trembling on the sofa; there was no one else.
As he stepped into the room, having just crossed the threshold, suddenly, there was a thunderous boom.
A massive iron cage fell from above, ensnaring him within its grasp, trapping him in the iron cage.
In what was once a pitch-black room, lights flickered on with a dinging sound.
The Sun Mercenary Corps truly deserved their reputation as the strongest in West Africa; their base's command center even had an independent backup power supply.
It was clear; Chen Yang had fallen into a trap.
However, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, showing not the slightest sign of panic.
Creak.
