Night had already fallen, and in the once pitch-black skyscraper, some lights still remained.
Figures flitted about within.
Around these few brightly lit buildings, quite a few people leaned against the walls of the streets, watching from a distance everything that was happening above.
"Suppression complete! Five captured alive!"
"Three captured alive!"
"Captured..."
The disciples of the ancient martial arts sects watched the skyscraper from afar. With their strength, even several hundred meters away, they could clearly hear the voices from above.
"These foreigners come to the capital of Hua Country to run wild, do we really not need to manage them?"
"Manage them for what? What does it have to do with us? The Six Fan Gates and the eight major families will handle it themselves."
"..."
Such conversations emerged among the people watching under these buildings from afar.
This was not uncommon and inevitably made passersby walking by turn their heads for a second look.
