With everything in order, he then turned his gaze toward the other side of the square.
The situation was now completely under control. Most of the armed Rebels had been killed.
He had also casually used the excuse of pursuing an enemy to cover up his earlier encounter with the brown-haired young man.
Looking over now, dozens of bodies were strewn across the ground—all of them Rebels. Patrol teams and members of other Superpower Teams were handling the scene, working to identify them.
A few were captured alive and were about to be taken away for interrogation.
"These Rebel lunatics... they've got a death wish."
Footsteps approached from the side. Lu Chao turned his head to look.
Sun Jiayuan's left arm was injured, held in a sling made of gauze and a splint. His face was pale from the wound, and he spoke in a low voice, "Attacking the specialists... they're clearly doing it just to spite us."
