Under more than a dozen suspicious, vigilant, and fierce gazes.
The thick darkness seemed to be slowly peeled away by an invisible hand.
A figure in a dark blue Garrison Army arctic combat suit, standing tall and straight, emerged silently from the deepest ink of hell, standing noiselessly before the crowd.
Fang Qingyu's face was expressionless, his golden pupils flashing with light.
Like a god high above, he looked indifferently down at everything within the cave.
In fact, Fang Qingyu had been standing in the darkness for more than a minute.
He had been there since the boss mentioned "thirty-seven Tier Two."
Human traffickers...
No, they were even more despicable than human traffickers, beasts that deserved a thousand cuts.
They were not selling ordinary people, but the backbone of humanity's resistance against alien races.
Tier Two Martial Arts Grandmasters and Divine Chosen.
