Sun Changzong, who was beside Pei Yan, noticed the changes in his expression, realized something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "Xiaopei, what's wrong? What happened?"
Pei Yan had no time to explain, threw the half-smoked cigar in his hand to the ground, cursed under his breath without worrying if any bystanders would notice, and immediately mechanized himself to fly up into the sky and head towards the distance.
It was only then that Sun Changzong's earpiece transmitted a frantic cry for help; "Captain! Captain! Requesting support, something major has happened here! Heavy casualties, heavy casualties!"
"What's going on? How can there be heavy casualties? What about the on-site personnel?" Sun Changzong's head buzzed after hearing this. Heavy casualties were impossible! There were five elite field personnel left on the scene; how could there be heavy casualties?
