Before Zhao Jun could escape, two bodyguards had already charged into the bathroom.
They quickly dragged him out.
Zhao Jun's face was filthy—as it turned out, in an attempt to mask his own smell, he had actually smeared certain substances all over his body!
Zhang Ye inadvertently took a whiff.
Ugh—
He stumbled back several steps, leaning against the corridor wall and retching for a while before he could look at the captive smeared with filth again.
"I'm sorry, I underestimated you."
Zhang Ye's gaze was sincere as he apologized with a hint of remorse, "Who would have thought you'd be so ruthless to yourself!"
As he spoke, he glanced around at the tragedy that surrounded them—limbs and arms were scattered everywhere, and blood had almost stained every corner of their vision red.
"And so ruthless to others, too."
"These people had spent quite a while with you in the hotel."
"Now not one is left alive."
"I would dub you, 'The Ruthless One of the Apocalypse'!"
