Soon, everyone rode an oversized elevator down into the Shelter.
Normally, members of Public Security would be there to greet them. The Mercenary Guild would also send people to tally their haul.
But now, all those people could do was stand aside. At the very front was a group of burly, broad-shouldered men. They wore matching Combat Suits and carried an air of grim lethality.
Through Lin Xinghai's Perception, he could tell that any single one of these men was at least as strong as Roger. The leader, in particular, had a presence that seemed to faintly overshadow even Fang Tianhe's.
After sweeping his gaze over them, Lin Xinghai came to a conclusion.
'These are soldiers.'
'Here in the Shelter, only the military could muster a squad like this.'
Their captain was sizing them up as well. His gaze eventually landed on Fang Tianhe, and he held out a document.
