"Chairman, just as we expected, the people from the Urban Village aren't making a move," Cao Biansheng reported, striding quickly toward Qin Ziwen.
Qin Ziwen's gaze fell on the distant, hole-riddled building. He nodded slightly. "They have Bed Crossbows. Don't let your guard down."
In the sky, a Beaked Eagle spread its wide wings and circled silently over the Urban Village. Its eyes were like radar; it would issue a warning the moment there was any sign of them bringing out the Bed Crossbows.
Deng Guang squinted at the dense cluster of low-rise buildings. "Looks like they don't plan on coming out to fight to the death."
Yuan Dajun grinned. "The Chairman's move was brilliant. The other side really isn't united."
After the Lost Home reached the shore, Cao Biansheng had originally proposed bombarding the Urban Village directly, suppressing them with firepower before charging in to eliminate that group of enemies.
But Qin Ziwen had ordered them to attack the high-rise instead.
