Qing Chen glanced at his arm from the corner of his eye. There were still 12 hours until he crossed over.
He had no intention of going head-to-head with these two hundred-odd armed thugs. The other side even had heavy machine guns, and they looked vicious as hell.
When had he ever seen a scene like this in high school?!
At that moment, Qing Chen stood beside a wooden table with a cloth covering his face, pressing white powder into bricks with practiced ease.
Bricks that took others half an hour to make were done in ten minutes in his hands. Seeing how diligent he was, the thugs even allowed him to eat with them. They were practically treating him as a promising core member worth cultivating...
A thug in the distance shouted, "Open the gates! The bosses are here!"
The stockade enclosed by wooden walls was in an uproar. The thugs opened the gates, and seven off-road vehicles drove in, their tires caked with mud from the recent rain.
A group of Black men jumped out of the vehicles. Qing Chen found them strangely familiar, but he could not remember where he had seen them before.
Every one of these Black men looked bizarre. Some had antennae growing from their heads, while others had barbs on their arms. They looked especially horrifying and savage.
The moment Qing Chen saw them, he became even more cautious...
One of the leading Black men said, "We were worried before that stealing the business of the three major drug cartels would make them target us. Who would've thought the Parent's Association would wipe them all out in just two days..."
"We're Time Walkers. Do we really need to fear the three major drug cartels that much? We're all genetic soldiers. Sooner or later,