Chapter 141
"What is going on?" a man shouted as he saw others running around in chaos. Suddenly, the front door caved in with a thunderous crash, sending the men stationed there flying backward.
Those who were walking around the place froze instantly, their gazes snapping toward the entrance where the destroyed door now lay in pieces.
Slowly, a figure stepped into view, the metal beneath his boots crunching loudly with each step. He moved with an air of confidence and dominance, donning an attire marked with streaks of red, black, and gold. A mask with scaly designs hid his face, giving him a terrifying yet regal aura.
This figure was none other than Max. His hands rested casually in his pockets as his calm yet deadly gaze swept across the room.
Inside, the base was as grim as its exterior. The vast concrete floor was cracked and stained from years of neglect.
