When they emerged, standing before Mu Mian was an army.
Yes, there was no need to doubt, it was indeed an army.
About thirty men, each clad in trim camouflage uniforms, holding the kind of heavy weaponry one might only see on television, led by a burly man.
Mu Mian felt a bit uneasy.
Gong Heng reassured her with patience, "Don't worry, I will protect you."
The burly man leading them glanced at Mu Mian; his expression was unreadable behind the dark sunglasses.
Mu Mian followed the man alongside Gong Heng, and they boarded a military vehicle and headed to a castle.
A grand old castle in the United Kingdom.
After a gunfight and a series of ordeals, the sky had already begun to brighten. The burly man led Mu Mian and Gong Heng into a luxurious room, "You must be tired, rest here for now. The old master will see you in the morning."
Then he shut the door with a bang.
The sound startled Mu Mian.
Her wide eyes were filled with unease.
"Where are we?"