The road was clear, and after nearly an hour of driving through almost the entire city, the three cars pulled over to the side as they were approaching the destination.
After Yarebin got out, the other Black Demons quickly gathered around. Yarebin leisurely glanced at his watch, then looked up and smiled, "Forty-four minutes have passed. Normally, the enemy should have received news of their companion's attack by now. However, judging from our last two actions, communication among the enemy isn't very frequent. Furthermore, according to confessions, the enemy operates separately. If there's a major operation, they'll gather together; if not, they fight on their own. Therefore, there's still a possibility for a surprise attack, but it needs meticulous reconnaissance."
"We'll go."
Yarebin waved his hand with a smile, "No, I'll go, because I can approach the enemy most safely. Who would pay attention to an old man like me?"
