"..."
The three fell into a brief silence. Zhang Xingmin muttered, "After the town is evacuated, will it cause trouble outside the town?"
"No! If you're not reassured, bring over a second battalion, with plenty of heavy firepower. If things feel off, just blast it!"
Ning An spoke assuredly, but his tone was inexplicably odd, his eyes unnaturally glancing at his chest.
When he left the room, his chest felt a bit unusual, and reaching in, he pulled out a piece of paper.
On the paper were a few neat lines explaining how to enter the studio.
According to the method described by the "kind elder," this non-existent studio couldn't possibly wander out of this town.
"Hiss..."
Zhang Xingmin looked at Ning An with a dark expression.
This Little Daoist in front of him didn't seem like a person of cultivation but resembled a war fanatic.
Too absurd, deploying heavy weapons to residential areas, this idea is genius!
"Daoist Ning, they've all woken up!"
