Shan Cai, with dark skin, sat cross-legged on the carpet, his hands swiftly disassembling and reassembling a large-caliber sniper rifle.
Sensing Pei Tianci's movement as he turned, the "click" of loading and the sound of gun assembly stopped simultaneously.
The four people raised their heads in unison, all eyes focusing on the leader.
Pei Tianci left the floor-to-ceiling window, walked to the center of the living room, and sat down on the single sofa.
Facing everyone's gaze, his eyes behind the glasses exuded a sense of sternness, and he announced solemnly:
"The West Mountain operation officially begins now!"
No sooner had he finished speaking, Kun blew a whistle in excitement.
"Finally, the wait is over!"
He spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth and slapped the magazine heavily on the coffee table:
"Been in Xia Country for so long, playing tourist and pretending to be a fool every day, my whole body is itching from inactivity. Finally, tomorrow night I can go all out!"
