Second Battalion Commander, Where's My Italian Cannon?

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(Second update)

The night was enchanting, stars scattered across the sky.

Standing atop a small hill outside Suotuo City, they looked down at the walled city in the distance, its countless lights glowing with life.

Suotuo City lay inland, its gates open around the clock. Even at this hour, people came and went in an endless stream.

Tang Hao had originally thought that the Sky-Blasting Gang's leader would take him straight to attack the Spirit Hall Main Temple. If that were the case, with only the three of them present, it would be extremely difficult to retreat unscathed.

After all, the Spirit Hall Main Temple stood in the center of Suotuo City, and not far from that magnificent building was the city lord's manor.

Although Suotuo City had enjoyed peace for a long time, it was one of the Balak Kingdom's most important grain-producing cities. It was bound to be heavily guarded, with many hidden experts. Even without a Titled Douluo, the sheer number of low- and mid-level Spirit Masters would be enough to make it difficult for the three of them to escape.

Yet Tang Hao had never expected the Sky-Blasting Gang's leader to bring him here.

Tang Hao's searching gaze fell upon the leader, but he could not see through that red Demon Mask or discern what the leader was thinking. He could only let his imagination run wild.

"Could it be that the leader wants me to wait here for the other gang members to gather?"

The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

If the Sky-Blasting Gang had a large number of members, and if the ten strongest members with code names gathered together, then breaking through Suotuo City's military encirclement and destroying the Spirit Hall Main Temple would not be difficult.