Right as Xiao Yiqiu left the treatment room, he received a notification on his communicator. When Xiao Yiqiu opened it, his expression turned as cold as ice. Then, he replied with three words, "It is done."
If he wanted to enter the Flying Dragon Special Forces and become its leader, the current leaders of the Flying Dragon Special Forces must die.
In the morning of the day after, Tang Ningyu and Mu Chaoran were taken to the mecha hold of the tournament by the elder and middle-aged man. Mu Chaoran began to use their own exclusive hand signals to quietly move around. Tang Ningyu looked at him coldly with a look that only Mu Chaoran understood.
That was right. Ever since the elder and middle-aged man appeared before them, the two of them knew that they might not return alive this night. Despite the elder and middle-aged man restraining their killing intent, the two of them still managed to catch a whiff of it because they were specially trained to be able to feel this presence.
