"Is there anyone I can communicate with?"
After finishing his report, Lu Xin walked forward and said calmly:
"I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you're doing here."
"But because of what you've done, this wilderness has been affected, as have the people of Qinggang. So now I need to completely destroy this place of yours. Don't resist me, or you'll all be destroyed."
His wording was very precise. Since he wasn't sure whether these people were alive or dead, he had chosen the word "destroy."
Everyone in the factory stared at him with cold, sinister eyes.
A primitive madness and hostility began to breed within them, surging toward Lu Xin.
Meeting their gazes, Lu Xin nodded lightly, signaling that he was about to begin his work.
"Vroom, vroom..."
When Lu Xin entered the factory, the gloomy wilderness outside suddenly echoed with the sound of engines.
Headlights cut through the darkness. Vehicles arrived at the edge of the enormous pit from three different directions.
The vehicle approaching from the west was a modified car with huge wheels and a high chassis, along with a sturdy front end. After stopping at the edge of the pit, a driver got out and opened the rear door.
An old man with white hair and a weary expression sat in the back seat. Apparently wary of the bitter wind and cold rain outside, he gently tugged his coat tighter around himself.
The person approaching from the east was riding a motorcycle. He wore a tactical uniform and a beret. Even on this night so dark that it seemed capable of swallowing light itself, he wore a huge pair of black sunglasses over his bearded face.
The person approaching from the north was draped in a black cloak. She emerged