"Ah..."
Red Falcon was completely stunned. During his previous chat with Lorenzo, he had boasted about himself, claiming to be the Lucky Red Falcon. Although his work always seemed like a brush with death, each time Red Falcon survived by sheer luck.
He wasn't sure if this was luck or misfortune, but now it seemed that everything would soon be confirmed.
Merlin didn't pay too much attention to Red Falcon's excessive internal struggle. He shouted into the communicator, questioning this foreigner from Jiuxia.
"Don't worry, Merlin, everything is under control... at least that's how I feel."
Left Garrison strolled amidst the dense forest of iron. The light here was dim, and pipes were densely packed everywhere, covered in dust and rust, as if no one had been here since its construction.
"You say under control?"
Merlin's loud voice echoed from the communicator.
