Bang!
Geslo kicked the doors open and rushed out of the silent building.
Behind him, the others quickly surged out after him, following his footsteps into the secluded street.
Soon, everyone had entered the street.
The off-road vehicle they had arrived in was parked by the roadside.
"Captain? Where do we go next?" A special operations team member looked up at Geslo.
"Let's find a clinic first and treat Eldest Brother Anke's wounds," Geslo said, catching his breath as he glanced at the man being carried on someone's back. His face had already gone pale, and blood was seeping through his bandages.
"My clinic is nearby," the underground doctor quickly said. "We can go there together."
"Alright." Geslo nodded, raised his gaze toward the people behind him, and counted them. "Let's head over first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He looked back at the crowd again. "Where's Anke? Where did Anke go?" In the secluded forest, He Ao, seated in a stone chair, raised his head and looked at Slan before him.
"I know what you want to ask," Slan said with a smile as he looked at He Ao. "Eldest Brother Dernothus, your son was in the city then. He had already grown so old and frail. I personally kept an eye on him, as well as several of your grandsons and great-grandsons, and gave them priority as sacrifices to the gods. Unfortunately, I truly couldn't find you then. Otherwise, I would have let you watch them die with your own eyes."
He Ao's hand on the chair suddenly clenched.
"Yes, that's it." Slan looked at He Ao and continued smiling. "That's the expression I wanted to see—the expression of anger and helplessness, the expression of a loser."
He stood and walked