Time passed swiftly, giving no chance for dalliance. Soft footsteps echoed in the halls of the instructors' building when the Madhouse squad entered.
Inside the main briefing room, a large circular table stood at the center, a series of folded brown envelopes lying on it.
Lu Wang sat in one of the sleek leather chairs, his hands resting on the table.
Hei Luo sat on the left, holding a folder that had Leon Storm written boldly on its back. He lifted his gaze from the pages and rested it on Lu Wang.
"Are you sure they will survive this?" he asked, slowly flipping the pages.
"He survived the Ironhide Lizard nest," Lu Wang stated in a bold tone. "What else can stand against him?"
Hei Luo exhaled softly, closing the folder, then placed it softly on the table.
The curtains at the window frayed upward and brushed against Hei Yang's skin.
