229 Ghosts and Spirits

A couple of rope ladders rolled down from the helicopters, allowing everyone in them to descend to the ground.

A man stepped out from the crowd of people who had gathered beneath the helicopters and approached Gao Peng. "What are your orders, young master?"

All of them were wearing black battle armor and visored helmets. Though their heights were uneven, they looked sharp and cool, like unsheathed blades ready for battle.

Gao Peng looked them over.

"There's only twelve of you. Will that be enough?" The Southern Sky Group's security team was a few times bigger than this.

The man who had approached him took off his helmet, revealing the face of a thirty-year-old man with bushy brows, sunken eyes, and dark skin. Though he wasn't overly attractive, the man exuded an air of maturity.