The first one to disembark from the plane was a man, handsome and indifferent in appearance, wearing a black trench coat, exuding an aura like a king descending into the world...
His features were almost identical to Mo Yi. The black-clad guards, who had been aiming real guns with hollow muzzles at the man, were all shocked upon seeing his face...
However, this group of black-clad guards was the most elite armed force on Death Island. Even though the man resembled their young master, they did not lower their guns.
Altogether there were at least a hundred of these black-clad guards, meaning that a hundred assault rifles were poised and ready to surround him.
Yet the man's expression did not change, his steps remained elegant and steady as he walked down the plane. The hem of his black trench coat billowed in the wind, fluttering in mid-air.
He walked through this hail of gunfire as if he was leisurely strolling through his own backyard, calm and unhurried.
