Watching the three faces before him, Xia Liu smiled without saying a word.
Of course, unable to avoid Yan Min and Muzi's gazes, Xia Liu symbolically picked up a few grenades.
Night fell quietly.
The time for action sadly arrived.
Carrying his violin case, Yan Min stepped onto the elevator he was all too familiar with.
He had been in hiding here for several months, carrying the case upstairs at this same time every day.
Even if the security guards saw him, they wouldn't stop him, since they had already checked him for two months.
Dressed in clothes that blended with the surroundings, Yan Min shouldered his sniper rifle and aimed at a high-rise building three hundred meters away.
That was the location where the Demon Stone was kept.
Dozens of elite guards roamed around the building.
Fully armed, this level of alertness didn't seem like it was just for protecting the Demon Stone.