As Sun Hang's car approached, two soldiers quickly ran over—Sun Hang noticed with his peripheral vision that besides them, the other soldiers all instinctively placed their fingers near the trigger guards of their rifles.
Sun Hang couldn't help but curl his lips... Has the situation become this tense already?
"Please show your identification!" The two soldiers who came closer reached out to stop the car.
Just as Sun Hang was about to reach for his Hunter License, a familiar figure quickly ran down the steps from the entrance of the research institute. It was Song Yarong in a dirty white lab coat, wearing a monocle on one eye, with a silvery high ponytail swaying vigorously with her movements.
"Why are you two so late? Everyone is waiting for you!" Song Yarong shouted loudly.
"Just handled a small matter on the way." Sun Hang said. He glanced at the bloodstains on his clothes, his tone calm.
