Qingjian City, Divine Management Bureau.
On the 28th floor, the third squad of the Dragon Spine Camp was engulfed in dead silence.
The intermittent reports from the Songdu Branch were like cold steel needles, piercing into everyone's hearts one by one.
"Molting Level Life Ghost," "Divine Chosen Rebellion," "Core Area Uncontactable," "Heavy Casualties," "Fang Qingyu's Squad Disappeared Deep Inside"...
Lin Kang sat on a shiny metallic folding chair in the corner, head bowed, shadows covering his entire face, making his expression unclear, with only his knuckles showing a ghastly white due to excessive force.
Without any warning, Lin Kang suddenly stood up.
The chair legs scraped a sharp, piercing sound on the metal floor as he moved to his equipment locker, his actions mechanical yet carrying a resolve to sever all hesitation.
