C365 It Was a Man's Hand

The car sped along the dimly lit road at night, not in the direction of the Mu's Corporation, but in the direction of the desolate western suburbs.

"How's the situation over there?" Mu Tingye sat in the backseat of the car. His eyes were half closed and cold.

"At the moment, we can only know that they are a group of masked men. They have guns in their hands