It was already the dusky glow of sunset in the late afternoon; twenty-four hours had passed since the golden cards were distributed. Ye Chen wandered around Black Water Security Company for a bit, glanced at his watch, then walked out of the company building. His eyes caught a glimpse of the sunset outside. The sun was setting behind the mountains, and the sunset was truly beautiful, but alas, that beauty of twilight was only momentary.
Seeing Ye Chen come out of the company, everyone squatting by the door quickly stood up.
"Brother Chen..." Feng Zhixiao gritted his teeth, knowing that Ye Chen must be gearing up for action.
"Brother Chen, let's take out those damn bastards!" Liu the Tyrant, clad in a Black Water Security Company uniform with the company insignia on his chest—two Mountain Axes with a smudge of crimson blood in between—spoke up.
Ye Chen walked over, patted Liu the Tyrant on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Sorry for the trouble!"
