There must be an effect for every cause

The military transport plane slowly landed in the suburbs of Minotaur, after which Jiang Xiao and Zhao Wenlong stepped out. To their surprise, hou Mingming was the one who came to pick them up.

Staring at the scene of him clearly meeting Zhao Wenlong, Jiang Xiao's interest was piqued. At this moment, he only hated himself for not bringing a bucket of popcorn.

Zhao Wenlong's eyes lit up. It was a familiar recipe and taste.

They hadn't seen each other for a year, but her job hadn't made her lose her edge.

The pitch-black night Watch uniform matched her temperament perfectly, even making her aura even more powerful than before, especially her eyes, which were bright and hot.

Zhao Wenlong saw a warrior. This time, he was no longer a participant. He was a true warrior.

Both sides were sizing each other up, and the scene was very quiet.