Chapter 0201: The Storm is Brewing (Part 1)_1

The night was deathly still.

In a certain basement, Skeleton, clad in a black robe, stood before more than thirty Men in Black, his eerie green gaze sweeping over them. Most of these men were expressionless, like zombies.

Suddenly, Skeleton slammed his palm into the chest of one of the Men in Black. The powerful attack sent the man flying four meters away. An ordinary person would have been killed or severely injured by such a blow, but the Man in Black quickly climbed to his feet, completely unharmed.

Angel, watching from the side, was secretly astonished. These death-sworn warriors are like war machines, completely impervious to pain. How did the organization even train them?

Skeleton nodded, apparently satisfied, and turned to leave. Angel followed him out of the basement.

Just then, his phone rang.

Skeleton answered, listened to the report, and simply said, "I know," before hanging up.