Tang Rao ran for three hundred meters and then turned right.
In front of him, hidden under a large expanse of woods, was an abandoned factory.
Weeds were everywhere; it looked like nobody had been here for a long time.
"So boring, can't they pick a more original place..." Tang Rao muttered to himself, seemingly annoyed that bad guys always chose abandoned factories for their schemes—how cliche.
A few minutes later, Tang Rao entered the decrepit factory.
There wasn't a single soul inside, save for the occasional sounds of stray cats and dogs—absolutely no other noise.
"Where is everyone?!" Tang Rao shouted bluntly.
You must have a screw loose to summon me here and not even bother to arrange a few villainous lackeys.
"Is there a living soul here?" Tang Rao walked around for a few minutes and howled again.
Still, there was no response.
"Damn it..." Tang Rao felt cheated as he had been all geared up for a big fight.
Buzz, buzz...