Night fell.
The convoy stopped at a strategically advantageous location.
The soldiers took out military tents and, while setting them up, built a fire to cook.
Among the three superpower users from the City Lord's faction, two came down.
One man and one woman.
The man was about thirty years old, slender, and pale, looking like someone who had overindulged.
The woman was fairly attractive, estimated to be also around thirty—a mature and charming beauty.
She dressed very revealingly.
A deep cleavage was exposed to everyone's view.
Wang Hao, leaning on an armored vehicle, whistled.
"Sister, you have a great figure!"
"Hee hee."
The woman wasn't put off by Wang Hao's flirtatious act; instead, she giggled.
She walked over to Wang Hao, a fragrant breeze following her steps:
"Little brother, having a pretty girl by your side isn't enough for you? You're flirting with me too?"
"How can a little kid who hasn't even grown up yet compare to a mature big sister like you!"
