A gunshot pierced the night.
Lu Yuan, who had been fast asleep and snoring in his tent, was jolted awake.
'Huh?'
'What's going on??'
Lu Yuan shot up from the simple wooden plank bed.
He was completely bewildered.
The glow of firelight danced outside his tent.
People holding torches were frantically running in one direction.
As Lu Yuan hurriedly threw on his clothes, he called out, trying to ask someone what was going on.
But just then, a series of sharp whistles pierced the air.
Hearing the whistles, Lu Yuan no longer needed to ask.
He basically knew what was happening.
After all, as a member of the Zhao Family, Lu Yuan had led the first Firearms Team to deal with the Xingzi.
Lu Yuan knew how to blow the Zhao Family's whistles, and he understood their meaning.
'A fight broke out??'
'This is...??'
'What the hell!!'
'We're still inside Qilu territory, and those whistle calls...'
Lu Yuan listened for a moment longer...
'Holy shit??'
'The three-three system?'
