One car after another screeched to a halt in front of Shen Yuexin's estate, as Shenfeng Li Tianhao and others hurried out of the cars, their faces grave with nearly a hundred members of the Bureau of Superpowers one by one.
The agency's top brass had spoken, and anyone who dared to slack off had to be careful about their future prospects. Therefore, they were all very anxious, with tense expressions.
"Move it! If you encounter anyone from the Netherworld Sect, kill!"
Shenfeng issued the order, then walked toward the estate with a longsword in hand, followed closely by Li Tianhao, whose injuries had not yet fully healed, but who was nonetheless filled with a murderous aura.
Along the way, the sight of corpses startled Shenfeng to his core; these were the estate's bodyguards whom he had seen when he came to freeload a meal. Now, they were all dead.
"This is a huge disaster!" Shenfeng murmured, suppressing the horror in his heart.
