The three passed one another.
As Xu Wuyi continued down the stairs, he could hear Wang Wenhai's hushed voice from behind: "This kid... he's growing too fast."
Warehouse number three on the first floor was piled high with all sorts of equipment.
After presenting his identification, Xu Wuyi received a standard Martial Artist combat pack: a high-strength protective inner lining, a multi-function tactical belt, an emergency medical kit, and three signal flares.
He put on the protective lining under his training uniform, fastened the tactical belt, re-shouldered his wrapped long-spear, and then strode toward the backyard.
Seven off-road vehicles were already parked in the backyard, their engines rumbling.
About fifty to sixty people were gathered there, divided into several squads.
Xu Wuyi glanced at the photos of his squad members on a tablet and quickly found his squad.
