C290 Enemies Always Cross Each Other's Path

The car came to a halt in front of the Underworld headquarters, and Zhang Xiaodong squinted at the glaring Russian vehicles, a wave of pessimism washing over him.

"Looks like they got here before us."

Yang Bann coughed, a sign of his frail health.

Despite being only in his thirties, Yang Bann carried an air of weariness. His spirit was dampened, true