The Death of Lie Wensi

Withered Tree Bar, Private Room 305

The leading burly man glanced at the email on his wristband, and his expression changed immediately.

The other burly men in the room crowded around to look at the email. Their expressions changed at the same time.

"Boss, is this real?"

The man with the curved saber stood by the door and spoke softly.

Boom—

Another deafening explosion sounded outside.

"I'll ask Boss. This should be Security Federation territory."

The burly man sitting in the middle raised his wristband, but the moment he entered the dialing screen, he froze. "Boss, there's no signal!"

"It's a signal jammer."

The leading burly man's expression darkened completely. He glanced at the wide window. "Jump out the window. Those Heretical Believers should be coming in to search any moment now."

"Boss, what about Black Snake?"

The saber-wielding man beside him shouted, "She's still downstairs looking for that kid."

"It's fine. She's a lot sharper than you lot."

The leading burly man pulled the window fully open and looked at the night outside, as well as the snow-covered ground below.

They were all powerful Transcendents. Jumping from the third floor would hardly hurt them.

Outside this window was a concealed alley. They could quickly escape from here, which was why they had chosen this private room in the first place.

"Go!"

He turned back toward the others. "Move!"

The other burly men did not hesitate. They grabbed their belongings and jumped through the window one after another. The leading burly man jumped down last.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Almost the instant they began falling, several shells flew through the sky and struck the walls of Withered Tree Bar, blasting countless bricks into the air.

"They've got anti-aircraft guns!"

The Short Knife-wielding burly man rolled as he landed and looked around