The private jet carrying Master Fuli cut through the city night sky, landing at a small airport near Furui City.
Inside the cabin, a mission briefing was underway, Shasha, with a conflicted expression, was evaluating her fellow countrymen.
To sum it up: given our current firepower setup, once we enter the city and find it, what happens next would be akin to punching preschoolers, kicking grandmas out of nursing homes; we can encircle it and kick.
Such evil deeds left Shasha, who had a rather upright character, in a quandary.
As for that small airport, it was supposed to be abandoned, temporarily tidied up to allow small and medium sized planes to land and take off.
Yet, amidst the grim buildings, there were groups of young girls chatting and laughing, each accompanied by attendants with searchlights illuminating a corner of the waiting hall, spreading a vibrant atmosphere within the gloomy interior.
