"Brother Xiong, Miss Scarlett."
Allen greeted politely, then hurriedly urged:
"Brother Qin Tian, let's set off quickly."
"Alright!"
Qin Tian nodded, his eyes gazing into the distance.
......
On the outskirts of Quanhui City, the secret base of the Black Cloud Commerce Association is located within an abandoned mining tunnel. The humid air is mixed with mineral dust and the smell of rust. The oil lamp on the stone wall flickers intermittently, casting distorted shadows.
Bam!
Liu Yi slammed open the heavy iron door. The collision between the door plank and the stone wall produced a deafening noise. He staggered into the council hall, almost collapsing as his knees weakened. His sweat-soaked hair clung to his pale cheeks, and his ragged breathing sounded like a broken bellows: "President! President!"
"The president is not here. There are clues near the underground Spiritual Spring, and the president personally led a team to investigate."
