The soldiers stood there dumbfounded, heads hanging like frightened ostriches.
Fang Yuxuan was startled, too, by Wanrong's "Fuck!"
This waitress sister didn't look like the sort of person who'd throw her weight around, and yet she'd just blurted out "Fuck!"
Fang Yuxuan had no idea what Wanrong said to them. A moment later, Wanrong turned to her.
"Miss, your card..."
"Oh, here."
Still dazed, Fang Yuxuan clumsily fished the card from her pocket and handed it over. Once the soldiers ran it through,
their faces turned ashen.
If Wanrong hadn't stopped them, they probably would have dropped to their knees and begged Fang Yuxuan for mercy.
Seeing this, Fang Yuxuan began to understand just how terrifying Fang Yun was in this base. The soldiers moved
with practiced precision, their steps steady—
they were clearly veterans who'd seen battle.
And Fang Yun... had somehow made even men like these afraid of her. Fang Yuxuan didn't know how she'd done it, but she didn't like the kind of control that came from fear.
She waved a hand, telling Wanrong to let the men get up, then walked through the gate. Wanrong scolded them a few times before hurrying after the girl, who had already entered
the lobby.
The soldiers by the entrance looked ashen.
"Could she be the new young lady's cousin?"
"What the hell are you standing around for? Hurry up and send a couple of people after them. If anything happens to the young lady here, none of us will make it out alive! And Peter,
go tell Lamey to warn the people downstairs. If something goes wrong, don't say we didn't do our part."
Of course, Fang Yuxuan couldn't hear any of that. She was staring blankly at what lay before her... another arena.
It was almost exactly like