The six power armors that trailed them slowed down and moved toward the source of light.
There was a four-train-long maglev train in the middle of the track that had been abandoned there for some unknown reason.
Not far from the maglev train, a man covered in blood was lying against the wall of the tunnel.
He was not in the best state; his left arm seemed to be dislocated or broken. There was a pool of metal-like liquid beside his hand. Under the flashlight, it reflected a silver shine.
The man noticed the gun pointed at him and responded with a grin before coughing out some blood. He used his right hand to help himself sit upright.
"Ahem, oh? Another group of tomb thieves?"
"Tomb thieves?" Jiang Chen snorted at the call, put Yao Yao gently on the ground, and walked over to him with a rifle.
"General... This person is a bit weird," Lu Fan reminded.
