Luo Xinglong tied a black cloth to his forehead and handed two to Gus and Grey.
The believers looked at the siblings with glittering eyes.
The two siblings looked at each other and tied their foreheads with black cloths.
The underground space was in jubilation.
"Gun! Gun! Gun!"
Somebody shouted.
After a thunderous drumming, a giant cannon made of countless balls of steam, tubes, gears, and chains was pushed out of the secret warehouse by almost a hundred muscular men.
Luo Xinglong and his sister stepped on the gears and boarded the steam cannon.
"Let's do it!"
He shouted majestically.
…
It was destined to be a sleepless night.
It was the most important and the most brutal day in the past thousands of years.
Since morning, a large troop of loyal Iron Fist Soldiers affiliated with the Fist God Hall had been marching on the streets and alleys unstoppably.
