"Dragon People....."
"I don't even know which sect or faction these Dragon People belong to this time....."
Sitting in the large truck, Ansheng glanced at the time on his phone, then used the Blood and Flesh Mark to send a message to the Triangular Hammer, who was already undercover in the Miyun District.
"Father, is the air conditioning too cold? Would you like a glass of iced cola?"
The Parasitic Beast, who was in charge of driving, vaguely sensed something was off about the atmosphere in the compartment.
The heavy and silent atmosphere was completely unlike a visit to a sick person or benefactor, but rather resembled the oppressive tension before an important battle mission.
The Parasitic Beast felt pricked all over, instinctively glancing at the rearview mirror to inquire from Master Fuli.
"The air conditioning's fine, hold on the cola. I just received a brand-new piece of intelligence..."
