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The storage locker was overall a pale blue, and under the flashlight's illumination, the paint at the edges had already begun to peel, revealing a light rust. It had two tiers: the upper tier was divided into four small compartments, while the lower tier was one large compartment.
Mr. Beichuan expressionlessly opened the cabinet door of the lower compartment.
Inside, a pale-skinned young man sat huddled, his face full of terror, as if he'd sensed Mr. Beichuan's movements, he frighteningly lifted his head. The youth's eyes showed only the whites, and a blackish liquid spilled from his wide-open mouth.
The specter of the young man suddenly screamed,
"No! Nakajima!!!"
Mr. Beichuan seemed to sense something; he abruptly turned his head!
Out of nowhere, a figure had appeared behind him!
The fire axe in the figure's grip gleamed with a chilling cold light as it brutally smashed down towards his head!
Since when had it approached?!
