Staring at the unparalleled beauty before him, the leader finally couldn't hold back. He quickly took off his clothes, then reached out to grab Mila's metallic patterned bra, ready to tear it open and enjoy this beautiful feast.
"Something's wrong, leader!" A soldier hurriedly reported.
Disturbed at this pivotal moment, the leader immediately showed impatience, "What is it?"
"We can't hold them back, squads 8 to 10 have all perished." The soldier swallowed his saliva.
"Then drop the Ten-ton Gate!"
"Yes, leader."
The Ten-ton Gate, a steel door a full meter thick, weighing ten tons, impossible for even a cannon to break through.
"There's no way ahead. I remember there was a passage here." The young man touched the steel wall in front of him, his face full of confusion.
"Move aside." Wang Dadong directly pushed the young man aside.
No way? Then make one!
Over there, the leader had just returned to Mila, lowered his head, ready to kiss her neck when the soldier reported again.
