Wallace stood on the scorched ruins, his heart heavy.
In the past, whenever a mission—or fear of retaliation—made him wipe out an enemy completely and destroy their hideout as well, he had felt exhilarated. Especially when he saw someone else's place reduced to ruins by a fire he had set, he had been in high spirits.
But now that he saw his own base destroyed, he was truly speechless.
Fuck, heaven really spared no one. Today, it had come for his home!
"Chief, we found several organization members on the outskirts," Mu Cuo said as he walked up to Wallace. He had just inspected the surrounding area and happened to encounter some people still guarding this place, which had already become ruins. They had wanted to wait and see whether Black Fire members from other bases would come to investigate, gather everyone together, and take them away.
That way, they would not have to risk their lives trekking through the forest to find another Black Fire base—or another employer.
"Oh? There are still people alive?" Wallace immediately turned his head and asked in surprise.
"There aren't many survivors. They are all lower-level personnel from this base: the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, along with several children. They said the enemy didn't attack them, possibly because they weren't carrying weapons at the time. So when the enemy stormed the Wooden Stockade, they fled into the forest amid the chaos," Mu Cuo said.
"All right. Bring them over. I can ask them about what happened then," Wallace said.
"Okay!" Mu Cuo turned and left to fetch the survivors.
There were no subordinates to order around now, so a dignified Xiantian Second Order expert could only go serve as a messenger himself.
The people Mu Cuo brought over were ordinary