Huang Xiaoliang and his group of four vehicles headed straight out of the city.
Ren Qing sat in his car, though he was doubtful, he didn't voice his questions.
As they were midway, suddenly a streak of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a thunderous roar.
The sky started pouring down a heavy rain.
"Today's weather is bad, should we change the day for action?" Ren Qing looked at Huang Xiaoliang and asked.
Huang Xiaoliang glanced at the heavy rain outside and shook his head; since it's already decided, even if the wind and rain are big, the mission must proceed.
They reached the wilderness outside the city, and upon arrival, Ren Qing was dumbfounded.
There were many vehicles here, with a sedan at the front, followed by military jeeps, and in the center, a tank stood most prominently.
Behind the vehicles stood a neat formation, with at least a few hundred people, all fully armed and solemn-faced.
