As soon as the elevator doors opened, Song Cheng saw Yu Sheng leading his two associates into view—Eileen was sitting on Yu Sheng's shoulder, while Huli stood to one side. But compared with those familiar faces, Song Cheng's gaze quickly fell on the thing Yu Sheng was carrying in his hand.
It was a vicious-looking "club." Several rings had been welded onto a length of rebar, which was covered in blades, iron nails, and jagged, rusted metal scraps. With all his years of frontline experience, Song Cheng had seen countless bizarre "weapons," but his eyes still twitched at the sight of this thing. He felt it would need to be censored even if someone merely took a photo of it and posted it online—just looking at it hurt.
Yu Sheng walked out of the elevator carrying his Tetanus Staff, staring at Song Cheng with an excited expression, as if he had finally found a pillow after being sleepy: "Where are those two Angel Cultists?"
Song Cheng was completely dumbfounded. To be honest, he had known ever since the director invited Yu Sheng to join the Special Operations Bureau that the man would sooner or later show up at the headquarters building as if it were his own home. But he had never expected him to bring something like this. His attention had been entirely caught by the club. "...First, tell me what that thing in your hand is. Didn't the guards stop you?"
Yu Sheng blinked at him. "Guards? What guards?"
Song Cheng slapped his forehead. "Oh, right. I forgot you didn't come through the front entrance at all..."
Yu Sheng chuckled happily and hefted the Tetanus Staff in his hand. After returning last time, he had modified this highly effective battle club again. It now had at least twice