The man who had looked for Ye Wenjuan sat down on the broken chair inside the room, his face stern. "Don't underestimate the enemy; don't forget how many of us were lost last time."
The tall and thin man snorted. "They are them. We've never failed, and this time, it's still up to us to save them. Then let's see if they still dare to swagger in front of us!"
Just then, the door was pushed open from the outside. "What time is it, and you're still in the mood to talk about such old, pointless things? How are the tasks I assigned you progressing?"
The newcomer had a scar between his eyebrows, which looked quite intimidating.
The man who had looked for Ye Wenjuan gave up his seat. "Everything's arranged properly, don't worry. This time we're going to play it big. It would be great if we could rescue them. But if we can't, we'll still create havoc everywhere for them."
