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"Time's up."
"It seems you haven't given me the answer I want?"
Inside the abandoned warehouse, a dozen figures stand.
Zhao Jianlong, draped in a black woolen coat, is guarded at the center by his subordinates, looking at the black-robed and hooded figure in the blood pool.
His face stern and indifferent, the subordinates at his side all produce firearms, standing on guard.
To either side, more than ten drones hover, while two fully-transformed people guard left and right.
With whooshing sounds, blades are seen to shoot from their wrists, the metal on their chests shifts to reveal a huge hollow cannon muzzle.
A complete encirclement, the atmosphere tense.
Feeling Zhao Jianlong's threat, the black-robed and hooded figure in the blood pool reveals a wary face but ultimately provides an answer.
Hiss Hiss!
A small snake with a brown pattern all over its body emerges, poking its triangular head out from the robe's neckline around the neck.
