C199 This Was too Scary I Want to Go Home!

"Bang, bang …"

Wherever the golden dragon passed by, the floor tiles in the lobby would shatter, and the wind would sweep away all the dust and tables and chairs, sending them towards the mercenaries.

In the dust, the mercenaries could barely keep their eyes open. Their faces were deformed by the wind and their tongues were hanging out of their heads as they looked at the centrifuge