The night had just begun. The tree leaves rustled in the wind, as if predators were hiding in the shadows, waiting for their prey.
The squad leader stood beside the lifeless body of his member. He calmly examined the corpse with no signs of sadness or grief, as though he was a cold-blooded beast.
In fact, it had only been a week since the formation of the squad. For the past week, they had only been practicing teamwork. Without any personal connections or camaraderie to begin with, they showed no condolences for their dead teammate from another organization.
The leader squatted down for a closer inspection of the corpse. In fact, dead men talked. From the traces left on the man's wounds, he could tell that Lu Shu's instant explosive force was close to that of a Class B, and he was incredibly precise in terms of muscular strength. Moreover, the orderly footprints on the ground indicated that the man was very familiar with the effective application of his force.
