Bang! Bang!
Several people got out of the jeep in the distance, one after another.
Aside from the three soldiers leading the way, the other three wore loose white clothes patterned with black clouds, each with a large embroidered nine over the chest.
Of the three, two were tall and powerfully built, while the third was exceptionally lean.
Ke Lian, Colonel Terry's nephew, could not help whispering.
"Uncle, the strongest man walking at the front is our hall master. He is also the founder of Nine Lives Hall, Master Wang Mu."
At the mention of Wang Mu, his face filled with barely restrained admiration. Colonel Terry felt somewhat displeased.
He could allow his nephew to admire someone, but never worship them. Worship meant believing oneself inferior; if that was the case, he would never catch up to the other person's footsteps.
As Wang Mu's group drew closer, Colonel Terry gradually sensed that the three men seemed to carry a faint sort of presence around them.
No. It was not quite a presence, but more like a field—an oppressive sensation.
Especially the leader walking at the front, the man called Wang Mu.
His muscles looked as if they had been carved by knives and axes. Every step seemed to carry immense weight as it struck the ground.
His footsteps were clearly not heavy; they even sounded crisp. Yet each tap landed on the rhythm of their heartbeats, making them feel exceptionally uncomfortable.
"Using footwork to affect heart rate?" A middle-aged man behind Colonel Terry slowly spoke.
Unlike the others, he was the only one present not wearing a military uniform.
He wore a broad white robe tied with a wide white belt bearing the Mo Tu Empire's imperial flag emblem—a ferocious silver Nine-Headed Serpent.
This man was Fei Na Duo, a