Gu Han had stopped counting the number of dead men halfway through the report.
The five men standing in front of his desk had all made it back alive, but none of them looked relieved about it. One kept rubbing his wrists where it was clear something had left marks on him, while another stared at the wooden floor like he expected something to break through it at any moment. Even the man closest to the door had refused the chair offered to him, although Gu Han doubted his shaking legs would hold him much longer.
Chen Bo stood near the window with his arms crossed, listening to their report without interrupting. His face was calm, but the tight line of his jaw told Gu Han exactly what he thought of the situation.
East River Raiders had attacked the mansion, and East River, one of the deadliest of new factions that had risen after the government was destroyed, had been all but completely wiped out.
