「After ten days.」
Wang Fucai put down his communicator and let out a sigh of relief.
"So, was the contact successful?" Yang Hong asked from the side.
Wang Fucai nodded lightly. "Wen Yu said we should assemble at the Red Stone Grand Canyon."
Yang Hong stayed quiet for a moment before slowly getting up and walking to the entrance of the cave where they were hiding. Outside, all was desolate.
The two of them were hiding not far from Las Vegas, and naturally, they saw the collapse and dispersion of the Demon Army. They both had an idea as to what had happened.
Ten days ago, Wen Yu had sent them a message telling them to act freely, and they had been wandering around Las Vegas ever since.
"It looks like whatever was happening on Wen Yu's side is over… I guess this counts as revenge for everyone at the Red Stone Hotel."
Seeing the sadness on Yang Hong's face, Wang Fucai offered a word of comfort.
