Chapter 127 Serene Years

The scorching sun blazed overhead.

Skin seared by its heat.

Car engines roared, air conditioning off.

Vroom—

Exhaust spewed from the tailpipe, a plume of hot gases, nearly melting the asphalt below.

Wu Junhao sat in the passenger seat, meticulously oiling his small shield, keeping it maintained.

Yes, he had a small shield—transparent, round, and compact. Once strapped to the arm, this transparent circle became incredibly hard and powerful.

Wu Junhao's Baton Shield Skill was quite renowned in Qinghe City. Various property management companies often invited him for demonstrations. In actual combat, Wu Junhao was a reliable enforcement guarantee for the assault team.

When they reached the destination, Wu Junhao slowly lifted his head. Instead of the fierce expression common in television dramas, he calmly opened the walkie-talkie and said, "The factory ahead is where our target is located. You've all seen the photo, so keep a sharp eye out."