"What? Some stranger has appeared near his home?"
In the Gruesome Madness VIP box, the thirty-five-year-old Wang Hao pushed those golden glasses on his nose as his eyes shone with a gaze that ordinary people couldn't pick up.
Looking at the communication projection transmitted before him, he sunk into his thoughts as he picked up a toothpick on the table and broke it into two before throwing it into the trash can.
He didn't give any oral command -- he simply made a gesture. But at the sight of it, the eyes of the five people wearing camouflage uniforms on the screen flickered with terrifying slaughter qi.
"General, we know what to do."
Immediately after, the projection distorted before disappearing without a trace.
Wang Hao leaned back on the sofa as he cast a look to the distant platform through the huge window.