The underground space, entirely reliant on artificial lighting, was roughly the size of three or four garages. A cloth-covered platform stood in the center, while shelves filled with black metal cases and various unidentified instruments lined the surrounding walls.
The wall directly opposite the entrance was covered with the latest models of modern firearms, with ammunition boxes and assorted handguns laid out on the table below.
There was even a pitch-black, heavy armored vehicle beside the shelves.
Such a place made one immediately question the nature of this research center, while also making it hard to imagine what Fies Erde used it for.
But in any case, it was currently being used as a place for participants to meet.
The instant he walked in and felt the others' gazes in succession, Fang Ran looked in their direction as well. At first glance, among the five people,
he spotted two familiar figures.
A capable, upright figure with a steady, dependable air and an unsmiling expression, just as he had been the night before last.
After glancing at the man who had escorted the helicopter during its evacuation, Fang Ran withdrew his gaze, unsurprised to see him here, and turned toward another figure who caught him off guard.
Leather pants, short boots, and a casual, uninhibited style that blended wild charm with coolness.
Surprise flickered through Fang Ran's eyes as he looked at the woman he had seen at the casino.
Her!?
"It is simply too difficult to make contact with the Night Battle world in reality, especially with the circles of high-ranking participants. Even if we entrust weaker participants to post recruitment notices on the Night Web intelligence interface,"
"it is still difficult to reach them through conditions such as money. So we can only try every channel we know of."