The two port workers didn't expect the attackers to be so ruthless. In a moment of shock, one of them was struck down, collapsing onto the ground as blood pooled around him. The other worker, paralyzed with fear, began to crawl backward desperately, his face full of terror.
"Please, don't kill me..." he begged.
Kane swung his axe into the man's leg, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over his four companions, the bloody fire axe still in his hand.
"Are you just going to stand there? Get moving!"
The sight was overwhelming for those who had lived their entire lives in a safe, orderly world. Fearing that Kane might kill them too, the four of them mustered the courage to approach the two still-living port workers.
Logan didn't watch any further. Scenes like this would soon be happening everywhere. Not wanting to get involved, Logan turned and continued collecting supplies in another direction.
Over the next two hours, Logan managed to gather the contents of most of the containers at the port into his space. The weather was gloomy due to the rain, and by evening, the light was already dim. The temperature had dropped several degrees since noon, and the damp air carried a chill. With no streetlights and no moonlight because of the rain, Logan decided it was time to head back.
However, as luck would have it, he ran into the same five men again just as he was about to leave. The five of them looked very different from before—three of them had lost their raincoats, revealing their faces, and all of them had bloodstains on their clothes. The man who had first attacked, in particular, had so much blood on him that his green shirt was nearly unrecognizable.
"Kane, it's that kid from earlier!" The yellow hair immediately recognized Logan's clothing.
After Logan had left, the group had spent less than half an hour moving goods before running into three more workers who had come looking for their colleagues. Killing two had already set a precedent; killing five wasn't much different, and this time, the group had acted in unison without needing to discuss it.
After killing two men, they had mostly overcome their fear, and with their bloodlust in full swing, they attacked anyone they saw. So, when the crew cut guy saw Logan, he charged at him with a twisted expression, wielding his fire axe.
Logan reached into his raincoat—or more accurately, into his space—and pulled out a silenced pistol, firing it immediately.
"Thump!"
A bullet hole appeared in the crew cut's forehead, and he stumbled forward a couple of steps before dropping his fire axe and collapsing to the ground.
The other four, including Kane, snapped out of their bloodthirsty haze with a start.
"Thud!"
The bald-headed youth dropped to his knees, clutching his head. "Don't kill me! I'll turn myself in, just don't kill me!"
Logan had drawn and fired so smoothly that the bald man had mistaken him for a security officer.
Kane snarled, his face twisted with rage, "What are you scared of? We've already killed enough people to get shot anyway! He's just one guy with a gun—we can take him if we all rush him at once!"
With that, Kane charged at Logan. Seeing this, Fatty and Yellow Hair also flashed vicious grins and lunged toward Logan.
Logan didn't hesitate, firing three shots in quick succession. The three men fell to the ground one after another. Yellow Hair had almost managed to grab Logan's arm, but he was no match for Logan's skill. In a matter of moments, four bodies lay on the ground.
The only one left was the bald-headed youth, who was now kneeling on the ground, having wet himself in terror. Logan pointed his gun at the young man, but the sheer despair and fear caused the bald youth to faint.
Just as Logan was about to finish him off, he heard something. His ears perked up—there were footsteps nearby, and they were coming closer. These footsteps were orderly, and Logan instinctively felt something was wrong. He quickly ducked behind a container.
A squad of fully armed soldiers jogged out from behind a stack of containers, their guns at the ready, and they were only about ten meters from Logan.
"Who's there?!" one of the soldiers shouted.
Logan frowned. Soldiers?
Before coming to South City, Logan had learned that the city's military was stationed on a nearby island. With no ships available, had these soldiers rowed here?
As evening approached and with the heavy rain and poor visibility, Logan hadn't noticed if there had been any boats on the water. These thoughts flashed through Logan's mind as he quietly backed away, using the containers as cover to make his escape.
But Logan's luck seemed to be running out. Just as he managed to evade one group of soldiers, he encountered another squad rounding a corner from behind a stack of containers, their guns trained on him.
"Who goes there?!"
Logan immediately stopped, raising his hands and putting on a frightened expression. "I'm just a student!"
Hearing that it was a student, the soldiers lowered their weapons slightly, but they remained cautious, surrounding Logan.
"Don't move!" they ordered.
After landing at the port, they discovered several bodies nearby and signs that container locks had been tampered with and goods stolen. This was clearly a serious crime, and as soldiers of the Xia Country, their mission was not only to secure the port's supplies but also to apprehend the culprit.
One of the soldiers approached to search Logan. Logan had already stowed away his gun in his space and cooperated without resistance.
"Report! No dangerous items found!" the soldier reported before rejoining his unit.
A man who seemed to be the officer in charge, with a stern expression, walked up to Logan. After confirming his age, the officer asked, "Which school are you from, and why are you here?"
"South City Art Academy," Logan replied, giving the name of Ashley's school. Posing as a student would make people less suspicious of him, and besides, Logan had been a student before all this.
"I was trying to get back to school, but I got lost without navigation," Logan explained. With no taxis or GPS, his story was plausible.
"Let me see your student ID."
"I didn't bring my student ID... Will my ID card work?" Logan replied, looking a bit uneasy.
When the officer nodded, Logan pulled out his ID card from the slot in his phone case where the soldiers hadn't searched. It was a habit of Logan's to keep his ID or keycards there.
The soldier named Charles Warren took the ID, confirmed its authenticity, and handed it back to Logan. Logan's clothes were clean and intact, with no traces of blood, and he had no weapons on him. At 19 years old, no one would suspect him of being a killer.
However, Charles Warren still felt that there was something off about this Logan.
"Come with me to the front. I'll have someone escort you back to school," the officer ordered.
Logan's heart skipped a beat, but he maintained a calm expression. "Alright."
Soon, Logan was led to an open area. With a quick glance, he estimated there were at least a few hundred soldiers, all armed. Additionally, over a hundred port workers in uniform had been gathered there.
A port official, clearly a higher-up given his rotund figure, was tearfully pleading with what seemed to be another officer.
Among the people gathered, Logan spotted the lone survivor of the five-man group—the bald-headed youth. The young man was tied up tightly with ropes, looking utterly hopeless as he was guarded by two soldiers.
At that moment, the bald-headed youth suddenly lifted his head and looked directly at Logan.