East Warehouse, a tall and thin man wearing loose clothes walked out slowly, his eyes glancing toward North Warehouse from time to time.
South Warehouse, a man with exaggeratedly muscular build, like a walking rhino.
West Warehouse, an unremarkable guy with yellow hair covering his eyes, you couldn't see his eyes at all.
Behind these three were a group of their followers.
The three of them emerged from their respective groups, exchanged a glance, and then together headed towards North Warehouse, their followers trailing behind them en masse.
Xiao Zheng turned his head to look around; at this time, the prison guards had also disappeared without a trace.
He sneered inwardly, indeed, the target was still him.
However, Xiao Zheng didn't feel the slightest bit nervous; just these people, far from enough to deal with him.
