Here came another one? Suihuo suddenly felt that amid such a grand spectacle and tense atmosphere, he alone was like a clown who didn't belong.
Although he was the head of a terrorist organization, a battle-hardened war hyena, clad in the organization-issued black-tech nano-armor and armed with an arsenal of devastating weapons, he had to be the most harmless person here, right?
The alarms built into his nano-armor kept flashing in his mind, urging him to flee the scene immediately or call for reinforcements. The alliance leaders hadn't been bluffing him. The black-tech devices they'd provided were indeed advanced and intelligent enough to analyze the situation.
But even without the armor's warning, he was already struggling to breathe.
The Skrull mercenary was overcome by panic and edged toward the corner of the space. Then he realized it was a giant cylinder, and that the supposed bottom level was circular, with no corners at all. So he pressed his whole body against the wall instead, as if trying to disguise himself as an unusually conspicuous mural.
Then, still shaken, he cautiously watched where the sound had come from. All he wanted now was for the experts who'd arrived to be the refined, easygoing kind of righteous heroes who vanquished demons and then let some insignificant passerby like him go.
Then he clearly saw three figures.
...Was I really this oblivious? The Skrull mercenary took a heavy blow to his self-esteem, and the mosaic flickering across his face seemed to jitter even more vigorously.
Fortunately, the three powerful figures—who knew how long they'd been there—paid no attention to him as he watched from the shadows. Their attention and their aura were, of course, entirely focused on Mao Yuanzuo.
Two men in their early forties and a short-haired woman around thirty.
By human