Gu Qiang stood silently in the open space outside the warehouse, watching the group of people who had suddenly appeared. His heart tightened involuntarily.
His right hand clenched hard, the veins on the back of it bulging and writhing beneath his skin like earthworms going mad.
These people walked with steady steps, their feet crunching over the gravel with an ear-piercing sound. Every step seemed to land on Gu Qiang's heart, leaving his face so gloomy it looked ready to drip water.
"Clang."
The crisp sound exploded like thunder.
The warehouse's iron doors were yanked open. Hearing the commotion outside, Gu Qiang's lackeys immediately surged out like a tide.
In his panic, the bespectacled lackey pushed up his slipping frames. His voice trembled like leaves in the wind as he asked, "Big Brother, what's going on?"
"What do you mean, what's going on? Can't you tell what's happening? Don't just stand there like idiots. Hurry up and grab your weapons..."
Gu Qiang's cold voice cut through the air and reached every one of them.
The lackeys froze for half a second before rushing into the warehouse in a frenzy, like ants in a boiling pan.
Steel pipes clashed together with crisp, grating clangs. Blades were drawn with ringing sounds, their cold light flashing.
In less than a minute, the lackeys returned to Gu Qiang's side with weapons in hand. Their breathing was ragged, their chests heaving violently, and their eyes were as wide as copper bells as they glared at the enemies opposite them, forming a crooked but vicious defensive line.
Zhang Zhao was deeply vexed. Lowering his voice, he said to Mu Qi beside him, "I thought we'd be able to complete this mission smoothly. Looks like I was thinking too much."
Mu Qi narrowed his eyes and swept