Under Lawrence's guidance, a luxury convoy emerged from the tunnel, winding swiftly towards Kyoto.
"So fast, are they rushing to the bathroom?"
Huai Shi looked down, scrutinizing their receding shapes, and picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand: "The target has appeared, everyone get ready, let's move."
Saying so, he tossed the drone into the air and turned to instruct Shanxia behind him: "I'll leave the command to you."
"Yes!"
With respect, Shanxia bent over and handed over the helmet with both hands: "Wish you great fortune in battle!"
"I hope for more prosperity in fortune."
Huai Shi reached for the helmet, secured it over his face.
The specially-made helmet, a burning red like flames, revealed curved horns from beneath its hardened visor, paired with menacing golden patterns surrounding it, resembling an evil ghost confined within a human body.
