BANG!
The door was kicked open!
The Commander strode inside, his Star Martial Police Bureau insignia glinting in the moonlight. He had never been so resolute.
"Sirs!"
The Commander's gaze swept across the room.
He instinctively checked on Qin Yang's condition.
The room was a wreck, with furniture smashed to pieces. Qin Yang was sitting cross-legged in the middle of it all, his face contorted in agony.
Pain. Savagery.
His previous air of detached calm was long gone.
"What are you doing in here?"
Seeing this, Qi Qingshan frowned slightly. He glanced sideways at the Commander, and the Sword Intent he was applying slackened a little.
He had sensed the Commander's presence as soon as he arrived, but he hadn't paid it any mind.
After all,
a being who hadn't even stepped into the Grandmaster Realm was no different from an ant, far from worthy of his notice.
The Venerable Alliance's power was immense.
The so-called Star Martial Police Bureau
