When the blue and white bus arrived at the scene.
The Bai Family saw a pile of men's corpses lying on the ground, and a bus full of panicked girls.
Red blood was flowing from the corpses, mixing with the black blood scent coming from the nearby towns.
The smell was indescribable, making one not want a second whiff.
"...Wang Ge?"
Bai Anhai stared in surprise at the cold-looking young man standing in front of him, feeling something was off.
In his impression, Wang Ge was always a quirky figure, whose actions were difficult to understand for ordinary people.
However, now his eyes were clear, and he exuded a sharp aura, with droplets of bright red blood slowly dripping from his fingertips.
He didn't look like a mentally ill person at all.
The blood wasn't Wang Ge's; it belonged to the human traffickers Wang Ge had killed.
Bai Yifan stood pale-faced to the side, looking at Wang Ge's slender, reddened fingers.
