The dockyard workshop, shrouded in pitch-black night, was plunged into a sinister darkness.
Only a few beams of moonlight, penetrating the broken windows, mottledly scattered on the office building's ground, reflecting bizarre shadows.
At the end of the first-floor corridor, over a dozen bodies lay scattered on the ground, with a stench of blood still permeating the air.
Han Yu's voice, transmitted to the ears of every team leader in the dockyard factory via the walkie-talkie, was heard by many members as well—an extremely arrogant threat.
"Bastards!"
Hearing this, Fifth Leader Kurokuma Fujiwara, who was eating on the second floor, immediately burned with rage. He picked up a Wolf Fang Club, kicked open the door, and shouted to his men, "Brothers, follow me, let's kill that arrogant dog! East stuff!"
