These people... what exactly have they been through? Why is their mindset so fragile, yet they can calmly accept the arrival of death?
These two expressions shouldn't appear in the same person.
They shouldn't even appear in a human being.
Chen Xuan had an illusion that despite Ma Kang speaking the same language as him, the two could hardly communicate effectively, as if they weren't of the same species.
Even if he took him back for questioning, he might not get any valuable information.
Unless he let the opponent witness with his own eyes, the thing he believed in is not so invincible.
Chen Xuan ignored Ma Kang, tossed him to the ground, and walked back into the hall.
"You... hey!" The other seemed to want to say something, but in the end, it only turned into a heavy sigh.
The room was filled with white smoke, the floor littered with charred human bodies, the brightness of the lights less than a tenth of before, and sparks still continuously fell from the ceiling.
