Xinyang Suburbs.
Qinghe Town Center.
Old Ghost climbed up from a pile of pale bodies.
Putting on his mask, he slowly walked to the door of the room and impatiently asked outside, "What's the matter?"
Outside stood a man with a nose piercing, slightly bowing as he said, "The guard post thirty kilometers away is unresponsive. The operator said they uttered a few words and then fell silent."
"What did they say?"
"A mysterious vehicle....."
Old Ghost frowned, but with his Devil Mask on, the subordinate standing outside couldn't see Old Ghost's expression.
Nonetheless, he could feel that Old Ghost wasn't in a good mood.
After thinking for a moment, Old Ghost said, "Just these four words? Send someone over to check what's going on. Let Guan Zhongjin or Lao San handle it."
After speaking, he shut the door.
Indecent sounds came from within again.
The subordinate with the nose ring scratched his head and walked away.
"Should I find Guan or San?"
