Just as Xiang Yu was leading his team further in, Zhang Dongxu suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Brother Yu, let's not go any deeper. Let's turn back," Zhang Dongxu said seriously.
The further they walked, the more uneasy he felt. He couldn't shake the sense that there was an ambush ahead. If they kept going, they'd walk right into the enemy's trap.
"What's there to be afraid of? It's going to happen sooner or later," Xiang Yu smiled faintly and continued walking, his tone exuding a powerful confidence.
The members of the Tianlong Squad followed calmly behind him. You could tell what kind of leader someone was by looking at their followers.
Xiang Yu was fearless, and his brothers would follow him forward without hesitation.
At the same time, inside a room in a distant building, Zhuge Xiaoming stood with his hands behind his back, watching calmly. His phone rang—it was Lin Chong calling.
"So, is he dead yet?" Lin Chong asked coolly.
