With great difficulty, he reached the edge of the balcony. Gently, he brushed off He Chenguang’s hand, which had reached out to steady him, and braced both hands on the balcony railing, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. He fought to stabilize his trembling frame, as if staging a final stand against fate. When his gaze drifted over the railing, he saw over a dozen military vehicles, like iron behemoths, lined up in precise formation around the apartment complex. Their hulls shimmered with a cold, metallic luster under the Night Colors, looking like dormant beasts ready to strike at any moment. Their tires gripped the ground firmly, as if forging an impenetrable line of defense for the complex. Beside the vehicles, soldiers in camouflage stood as straight as pines, their expressions as solemn as statues. They gripped their weapons tightly, their vigilant eyes scanning the surroundings, missing no suspicious movement; their gazes seemed to pierce through the darkness, discerning every hidden danger.
Liang Song looked out at this scene, his heart a complex mix of emotions. On one hand, the arrival of the military vehicles brought him a sliver of relief, like seeing a bright lighthouse in a dark sea, knowing a powerful force was guarding them; on the other hand, it made him realize the situation was far more severe than he had imagined. His brows furrowed, his lips trembled slightly, and he muttered, "It seems this has escalated further than I thought." His voice was …
Chapter 407