On top of the high wall, the burly, stubble-faced figure made no attempt to hide his hostility. The weapon in his hands was aimed from afar at the vehicle they were in. It looked like an ordinary rifle, but the moment the muzzle locked onto Ji Jue, he felt a chill run down his spine.

What kind of good stuff was this?! 

His eyes lit up, and he couldn’t suppress his curiosity.

Ji Liu rolled down the window and slowly stretched his hand outside, waving it a few times. Then, he poked his head out and called toward the searchlight, “Mr. Tian, it’s me, Ji Liu!”

“Like I give a damn who you are!” Mr. Tian, the bearded man, said expressionlessly. “Where’s the verification? Hurry it up, or my bullets won’t care whether you’re Ji Liu or Zhang…”

Tong Shan took off his glove and extended his hand toward the base ahead. A complex spirit circuit...