Boom--
Thunder boomed across the sky, carrying brilliant flashes that illuminated the densely packed old buildings and ancient streets riddled with cracks.
The rousing music had reached its climax, and every dancing figure in the warehouse froze in place.
Spilled blood flowed beneath pairs of leather boots, reflecting one tense body after another.
The figure outside the rolling shutter door stepped to the stirring music and slowly entered the spacious factory building.
Bang--
A crisp gunshot shattered the eerie "pause." With a booming report, the fired bullet grazed past the cheek of the underling beside the main control computer.
The underling's body jolted. He reached out and pressed the pause button on the main control computer, and the rousing music abruptly stopped.
"Gentlemen, are you here to...?"
Mos lowered the pistol still smoking at its muzzle. Looking at the two figures entering the factory building, he spread his hands and slowly walked forward.
The figures standing beside him slowly parted to either side, opening a path.
"This is the Mos Gang's base?" He Ao glanced at the empty factory, then withdrew his gaze and looked at Mos. "We came to ask for directions."
He seemed not to see the corpses hanging in the factory building, nor Old Man, whose head had been severed, nor the blood on the ground.
His tone was calm, as though he had truly just casually knocked on a door to ask for directions.
Click--
The beautiful woman, dressed like a knight, lowered the umbrella in her hand, folded it inward, and shook off the scattered raindrops.
"My handsome friend," Mos said with a smile as he looked at He Ao's resolute, sharply defined face, "this isn't a place suitable for asking directions."
At that, he shrugged. "But since you're here, I'll point you down a