Yang Biao's expression darkened.
He quickly turned to Feng Lei and said, "I'll leave this to you. I'm going to check it out!"
"Alright!"
Feng Lei nodded.
Compared to Wei Shang, he had sustained the lightest injuries.
Now, his wounds had basically healed.
Feng Lei clenched his fists and led the Right Guards, charging into the midst of the Blood Handprint members.
Yang Biao sprinted over, arriving at the source of the recent tremors in just a few bounds.
There, he saw Yang Shushan standing with one hand clasped behind his back.
A gentle breeze stirred his robes.
He had the air of an otherworldly, transcendent master.
And across from him stood a man and a woman, both foreigners.
Blood trickled from the corners of their mouths, and their faces were pale.
Yang Shushan glanced back slightly and saw Yang Biao had arrived.
A faint smile crossed his face.
"Is everything at the warehouse taken care of?"
