Ouyang Qingcheng's eyes flickered for a moment. Arrays. His daughter knew a bit about them.
Unfortunately, she was currently missing, and Ouyang Che only knew the barest basics.
'In front of so many capable people, it's best not to draw attention.'
'The tallest tree draws the wind. He wasn't naive; he knew the other three families were watching him like hungry tigers.'
Just then, Gao Fengyang, the man known as South City Base's number one warrior, stepped forward. He had a short, stout build, looked to be in his thirties, and possessed a pair of bright, eagle-like eyes.
He stood there with his hands on his hips.
He wore an ill-fitting padded cotton jacket that made him look unusually bulky and comical.
Gao Fengyang's voice boomed like thunder. "General Gong, all this discussion is just giving us a headache."
"Why don't we just blast it with a torrent of superpowers? We might just break this damn thing."
