Lv Shu was leaning against a civilian house, dressing his wounds; beside him was Luna.
The Hawk Hound Army had been scattered; they had no choice but to seek a temporary shelter to recover.
Grinding his teeth, Lv Shu wrapped a hemostatic bandage around his thigh, the bright red color slowly seeping into the ground.
The fight amidst gunfire was extremely bloody—the flesh on that leg was mangled. If he had not dodged in time, half of his body might have been blown away.
"Click."
A television screen on the adjacent wall flickered on.
The camera was broadcasting a live scene from Central City.
Through the holes in the ruined skyscrapers seen from above, the vast Rebel Army confronted a solitary figure in a chair.
Despite being unaccompanied, no one from the Rebel Army dared to charge at Acto.
"...Su Ming'an, you always look down on people like this," Edward's voice transmitted through the sound equipment, reaching thousands of households via the television screen.
