The silence was unnerving.
A guard post every three steps, a sentry every five.
The soldiers on patrol weren't the original port guards, but a group of elite Martial Artists clad in jet-black, full-body Battle Armor.
The armor had sharp, hard lines and a dull, matte sheen. There were no common rank insignias on the chest plates.
Instead, each was uniformly engraved with a black falcon, its wings spread as if about to take flight.
It was the insignia of the Black Wind Vanguard Army.
The battle-hardened Evil Qi radiating from these men, who were merely standing guard, was enough to make passing Mercenaries subconsciously lower their voices and give them a wide berth.
Command Headquarters, top-floor conference room.
Inside the spacious room, the air conditioning was blasting.
A massive, rectangular conference table dominated the center of the room.
The original master of this place—Dragon's Fang Port's Garrison Commander, Liu Zhen—was currently huddled in his seat.
