In a dimly lit basement of Pingan Street, Greyhound's hands left the keyboard as he breathed out a sigh of relief.
After more than ten hours of intense battle, he was on the verge of collapsing, and his clothes were already soaked in sweat.
Breaking into the security system of the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building was not an easy task. It was difficult even today when there had been no security personnel for over 30 years.
Just then, he heard the voice of his old boss.
"Brother, thank you."
"No need, I can only do so much... In short, Luo, good luck."
"Mhmm."
The communication was cut off and Old Luo came out of the shadows.
Orange-red flames sparkled from the burning rods.
In front of him was a group of men in black suits with automatic rifles in their hands. And the one surrounded by those men was one of his targets.
Wan Peng, Manager Wan!
"Who is it!"
