Lu Feng stepped out of his room and was taken aback by the scene in the courtyard.
He saw rows upon rows of men standing in the courtyard, each holding a weapon, all arranged in neat formations.
At the head of these formations were Feisen, Bulin, and the other leaders of the Kurdar Clan.
But it was clear that none of them looked happy. They were dispirited, and their expressions were ones of resigned acceptance.
They had clearly spent the entire night trying to figure out how to disable the electronic collars, and now they had given up.
The moment they saw Lu Feng emerge, all eyes were drawn to him, their faces tinged with anxiety.
After all, they had spent the whole night trying every method they could think of, but none had worked on the electronic collars around their necks.
They couldn't even take them off.
Every subordinate they had used for their experiments was now dead, their heads separated from their bodies.
