Huang Lin was absolutely furious. When he was caught by a mid-tier Divine King Level Guardian earlier, he got beaten up.
His face was bruised and swollen, and the pain was unbearable.
"Boss Wang, do you know what's going on over there? You said there was a 50% chance of successfully entering the mountain, but now it's turned into 0%?" a wealthy businessman whose face was swollen like a pig's complained.
"Damn it, what does this have to do with me!" Wang Dahai's eye was bruised, his limbs were tied with hemp rope, and he lay on the ground looking extremely miserable. "How was I supposed to know beforehand that the Guardian squads would suddenly strengthen the mountain's defenses? After all, for decades, the Guardians have never done such a thing!"
