The woman had already breathed her last.
Her beautiful eyes were wide open in anger, lifeless, her whole body rigid.
The lower part of her body was a mess, and there were two deep bloody holes in her neck, all indicating that this woman had suffered inhuman torture before her death!
"Dear Mr. Moss, King of Thieves, how do you feel about yourself now?" Kaine was savoring a cup of plasma on a sofa in the apartment, his eyes fixated on the man in the black robe on the bed, "Tsk tsk... revealing your face, you do look a bit handsome."
The man in the black robe was none other than Moss, the King of Thieves.
He had now revealed his face, which appeared to be Indian in complexion, around thirty years of age.
Moss casually tossed the corpse in his hands onto the bed and said indifferently, "Your kind truly are all degenerates."
Kaine smiled: "Yet now you too, have successfully joined our filthy degenerate breed."
