Chapter 117: City C: Bullying the Younger with the More
The night was as clear as water. Lin Keqing was wearing a silver protective suit, with long hair tied high and a graceful figure. He carried a samurai sword and approached step by step, like a ghost in the dark night. His knee high dark red leather boots flowed with blood, and he made a clear "click" sound when stepping on the ground. In the quiet night, it was like stepping on a heart wrenching drum.
Weilong's camp was unlit, and the night was hazy, making it difficult to distinguish human figures. Only a slender figure could be seen.
Chen Fengren, in middle age, has experienced many storms. Before this, he could be considered a prominent figure, but it was the first time he had been forced to this extent by a younger generation. Seeing her alone, he showed a bloodthirsty and crazy smile. With a wave of his arm, eight humanoid weapons quickly surrounded Lin Keqing in the center, and the remaining bodyguards also stood in the outer circle holding guns, surrounding her in circles.
He laughed heartily and gritted his teeth, saying, "I don't know how to live or die, I dare to come alone
Chen Zhe frowned upon hearing his father's words, somewhat disagreeing. It was precisely because Lin Keqing came alone that he was even more terrifying. The previous battle showed that she indeed had the capital to be arrogant.
But since the base was destroyed, my father has been a bit stunned and doesn't quite listen to him. He suspected that the meteorite stolen by Lin Keqing was extraordinary and seemed to affect people's personalities. But he also doesn't think that Lin Keqing is a soft hearted person, and this battle is inevitable.
Lin Keqing sneered and laughed at him for not realizing his impending death.
Her laughter was about to fall, and suddenly a dense "rustling" sound echoed around the quiet camp, as if countless snakes were crawling, and the "rustling sound" of leaves rubbing against each other, as if someone was whispering.
The remaining members of the Weilong tribe felt as if countless pairs of cold eyes were staring at them in the darkness. They knew that the enemy was hidden in the darkness, but they were stunned and unable to distinguish what it was. Only then did they feel more terrified. What more terrifying imagination of the unknown