When Wu Liangchen returned to the rooftop, Song Ling'Er had already dismantled and organized the firearms.
"Well done."
Song Ling'Er had been feeling down for failing to hit her target. But upon hearing his praise, she broke into a brilliant smile.
For the first time, she felt her own worth. It was faint, but it was at least proof that she was no longer a burden.
"Let's go!" Wu Liangchen picked up the gun bag and left with Song Ling'Er.
Not more than a dozen minutes after they left, a large force arrived on the scene.
The modified off-road vehicles were emblazoned with the insignia of the Sun Corporation, and they carried the Sun family's most elite security personnel.
Although they had been briefed on the situation, the men were still stunned when they saw the scene with their own eyes.
The once-resplendent bar had been completely razed. Broken walls and ruins were everywhere, and even the street was covered in deep scars from the fight.
