In the dark environment, dense and noisy sounds erupted almost simultaneously.
The sound of a revolver being drawn from a leather holster, the swish of a sword slicing through the air, the tearing of a skill scroll, and the click of a flashlight switch.
Li Cheng gripped a 50,000-lumen halogen flashlight, illuminating the surroundings as bright as daylight.
Besides him, five others stood there.
The first person wore a ferocious Noh mask and a trendy hoodie, standing less than 1.3 meters tall, their child-sized hand holding a Smith & Wesson M29 revolver with blued steel finish.
The second was a young East Asian woman, her features finely crafted like an AI creation, capable of sinking fish and birds, captivating nations, with an egg-shaped face unmarred by any flaw, including a perfectly placed teardrop mole at the corner of her eye.
Even wearing a simple baseball jacket, she emitted a stunning charm.
