Fulla's Decision
By around ten in the morning, the people on Mount Longhu were tending to their wounds. They were treating the injured, collecting the dead, putting out fires, and searching the back of the mountain for the last remnants of the Fulla. Meanwhile, more than twenty kilometers northeast of Mount Longhu, the Fulla who had successfully escaped were gathering one after another in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.
There were more than twenty people gathered there, and they were all high-ranking members of the Fulla. Several were exceptionally powerful figures who had been famous for years, were long since on the Company's wanted list, and had countless deaths and crimes to their names. They were veterans of the Fulla.
Among them were the old artifact-refiner Yuan Tao, dressed in an old canvas outfit from the last century; Xia Liuqing, a veteran Fulla member who was deeply experienced and shrewd, but now looked rather wretched with half his body charred black; Gao Ning, who resembled Maitreya Buddha; the other three of the Four Fiends; and various well-known and unknown young Inhumans. Basically, all of the Fulla's senior members, young and old, were there.
But none of them seemed interested in starting a conversation. They simply sat patiently in separate corners, tending to their own wounds or sitting with their eyes closed in thought. They showed little dejection over the failed operation or the loss of most of their people on Mount Longhu. As for what they were waiting for, that remained to be seen.
Creak—!
Finally!
After an unknown amount of time, the factory doors were pushed open from the outside, and the expressions of the Fulla's senior members waiting inside finally changed.
"Hm?!"
"Hmph!"
"Look at the time. You've finally decided to show your face,