Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble...
Before dawn fully breaks, the piercingly sharp whine of engines explodes in the Buffer Zone.
Cheng Ye turns over, muttering indistinctly, which bastard starts renovation so early in the morning, don't they want people to sleep...
Yet before he could finish his words, he suddenly jolts!
Damn.
This isn't modern times, and the building is only five stories high; who would renovate at this time.
The drowsiness evaporates in an instant, and Cheng Ye almost reflexively reaches for the pistol at his bedside, the cold metallic touch causing the hairs on his body to stand on end.
Immediately, he retrieves the bewildered Flame beside him into the Spiritual Body Space, rolls off the bed, and the two long rifles from under the bed are drawn into his hands.
Two crisp clicks; the safeties are deftly turned off.
He hooks the Battle Armor box from the far side with his foot, ready to activate the Tear of the Horned Starfish at any moment.
