In a cold voice, "Just mind your own business. Shu Wei has already accepted his fate; why can't you?"
...
The theater hall.
Due to its construction, the ceiling of the hall serves as the floor for the second level. Although half of the theater had been chopped off, the hall wasn't completely exposed to the rain.
However, the temporarily repaired circuit had failed entirely, leaving the entire hall in darkness, illuminated only by a few glow sticks thrown by the soldiers.
This level of lighting was enough for the Evolvers.
Gold Kite took off his bulletproof vest and tactical gear, stood up, and stomped on the ground fiercely.
Dust fell in a rolling cloud.
A soldier hurriedly ran over, "Those two bastards are really tough. They've already injured three of our guys."
The man scowled as a glint of malice flickered in his eyes, snuffing out the cigarette in his hand. "The master is busy inside. I'll entertain them myself."
