No one had ever forced their way in like this before.
"Who are you?"
"What are you doing here? Do you know where you are?"
"Get lost... Military facility, no entry for outsiders..."
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Tang Fei stood at the forefront of the group, his gaze icy, his face as impassive as a stone sculpture, exuding an air of pride.
Clad in a brand-new black Inspection Uniform that fit him perfectly, accentuating his tall and slender figure. Draped over him was the Magic Cloak given by his sworn brother, Evil God, adding an effortlessly noble and intense aura.
This was the confidence that allowed him to stand at the very front...
At his waist hung the Dragon Horn Sword meticulously crafted by the old man, its threads of icy breath seeping into his body upon contact, subsequently guiding the circulation of the Yin Yang Qi within him.
Round after round, unceasing and unending, Tang Fei felt the Yin Yang Qi inside him growing stronger and more profound.
