Lin Tang had truly terrified Tang Dingbo. The moment he activated the base's self-destruct mechanism, he vanished. As the saying goes, a clever rabbit has three warrens; they naturally had more than one stronghold.
Tang Dingbo arrived at another safe house, where he gathered the remaining clan members and assessed their losses. He discovered that seventy percent of the members left behind had died. The financial losses were immeasurable.
"Pfft—" Tang Dingbo was so aghast he nearly vomited blood.
"I hate him! I hate him so much!"
The surviving clan members were also filled with indescribable grief and fury. They launched drones to hover in the sky, remotely monitoring Lin Tang's position. After several hours, they still saw no sign of him emerging from the rubble.
"He's definitely dead!"
"There's no doubt about it!"
