Through the high-powered military binoculars, the massive body of the Ark of Hope could be seen clearly as it slowly approached the shore, lowering its gangway.
A dense throng of figures began to pour out like a swarm of ants.
Fang Qingyu stood at the observation post, his melted-golden vertical pupils coldly scanning through the binoculars, like the most precise scanner, slowly sweeping through the crowd disembarking the ship.
Time passed second by second.
The flow of people gradually thinned out.
It was very quiet inside the fortress, with only the low hum of the heating pipes.
Chu Kuanglan fidgeted a bit impatiently as he stretched his wrists.
Lu Jiuyuan held his sword, resting with his eyes closed, but his ears moved slightly.
Wei Banmeng was holding a tactical tablet, showing real-time surveillance footage of several main exits of the dock.
Jiang Wei sat on the ammo box beside him.
