He suddenly lifted his leg and kicked the tempered glass door that was locked with chains.
Bam!
The explosion-proof glass, strong enough to withstand small-caliber rifle shots, shattered instantly under his kick, collapsing onto the ground like fragile ice.
Hai Pig stepped over the shards scattered everywhere into the hall, looked around and spat:
"Where is the Red Demon Mercenary Corps? That bunch of useless fools were just crying over the phone, and now they're all vanished?"
Buzz.
The air rippled.
Xiao Yuanwang walked in through the rear exit and entered the rehearsal hall, bewilderment etched across his face:
"Those hostages are gone too. I searched all the rooms upstairs and couldn't even find a Ghost Shadow."
Night Owl didn't rush in.
He stood on the plaza outside, his eyes scanning sharply, then reminded through the Spirit channel:
"Check carefully, see if there's any clue left behind. So many people can't just disappear into thin air."
