Chapter 373: The Secret Base, Mum's The Word

He crawled out from the passageway.

Zhou Ping'an threw a punch.

The iron door at the end deformed and tore, flying backward.

The huge iron sheet whirred and swept across.

The sight made two stout men, who were drinking and eating peanuts, drop to the ground on the spot.

"Enemy attack..."

It was a conditioned reflex.

The older workman in overalls, lying on the ground, rolled over, the alcohol instantly dissipating without a trace. He had already retrieved a pitch-black pistol from under his chair.

He had just raised it and was about to fire when a pale blue qi arrow whistled through his forehead, bringing with it a streak of blood.

The younger workman, possibly in a panic,

didn't get hold of a weapon in the first moment but picked up a long-handled wrench from the ground instead.

Mustering his courage, he shouted loudly, but he didn't charge forward, nor did he retreat. His legs trembling, he was nearly scared to the point of wetting himself.