"Five hundred meters? Boss, do we really need to burn that far? How about we just clear a hundred meters?" one of his men hesitated.
Yang Long frowned. He turned his head and stared at the man. "Are you questioning me?"
"N-no, Brother Long, I just thought..."
SLAP!
Yang Long retracted his right hand. "You dare talk back to me!"
The man clutched his face, not daring to look up.
Yang Long's voice was sharp. "I'm doing this for our future! You all know exactly what kind of people are in that building! And at a time like this, you're still thinking we can get lucky! Being merciful to them is being cruel to ourselves. Now get moving."
"Yes, Brother Long!"
After his men left, Yang Long looked up again, his gaze fixed on the top of the building.
Through the windows and gaping holes in the facade, he could see faces both familiar and foreign.
Yang Long's expression darkened. 'Once the bow is drawn, the arrow cannot be recalled.'
