Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Shen Hanzhou squatted down to meet Jiang Yi's gaze.

"When you sent Zhou Tingwang Zhaoping to kill me, I considered you an opponent."

"The way you're begging for mercy now doesn't even give me the right to hate you."

Shen Hanzhou stood up and placed his right hand on the cement ground in front of Jiang Yi.

The ability to activate is not a rapid pulverization, but a slow, inch-by-inch dismantling.

Jiang Yi's feet sank into the powdery cement, starting from the soles.

Calf, knee, thigh—the same way he used on Feng's two trusted confidants and everyone else in the corridor.

Jiang Yi struggled frantically, his hands digging into the ground, his fingernails splitting open.

The blood flowed into the cement powder and was stirred into a dark brown slurry.

Jiang Yi screamed in agony: "Spare me—Han Zhou—spare my life—"

Shen Hanzhou shook his head: "Your life is worthless."

As cement dust engulfed Jiang Yi's chest, his cries turned into muffled sobs.

As it swallows the neck, the whimper turns into a bubbling sound.

When it swallowed the entire head, only a human-shaped crater remained on the ground.

Jiang Yi's face was frozen in fear, his mouth wide open and his eyes bulging out.

Shen Hanzhou withdrew his right hand, and the cement solidified again.

Inner monologue: Senior sister. Jiang Yi is dead.

All twenty-five people in the cold storage were dead.

There are fourteen outer perimeter rooms, eight corridor rooms, twelve circular corridor rooms, and three command rooms.

Jiang Yi—not a single one was left alive.

Shen Hanzhou stood in the command room, surrounded by silence.

Three bodies were sealed inside cement.

He went into the secret room next to the command room—Jiang Yi's private archives.

Turn on your computer and copy all of Redthorn's intelligence data.

The logistics contact person, warehouse location, perimeter security deployment, and copies of the secret agreement with the Five Mountains Society Xiongbei Company were all stored on a USB drive.

I pulled out a paper document from the bottom of the filing cabinet.

The original tripartite agreement signed by Chiji and Wuyue Society bears Jiang Yi's signature and Chiji's official seal.

Shen Hanzhou looked at the signature: "You said the favors were all paid off. Now even the accounts are settled."

Fold the agreement neatly and put it into the inside pocket of your coat.

He stepped out of the secret room, glanced at the corpses in the command room, and turned to walk towards the cold storage exit.

Inner monologue: Jiang Yi is dead.

The leader of Redthorn is dead, all his confidants are dead, and all his bodyguards are dead.

There were twenty-five people inside the cold storage, and thirty-two members of the Five Mountains Society outside.

Fifty-seven people died here tonight.

No one will inform Yan Tingyao.

Only eight people on the railway could deliver the message, and they didn't even get a good look at what I looked like.

Stepping out of the cold storage, the morning light peeked through the broken roof of the slaughterhouse.

The light shone on his face, which was covered in ash and blood.

On the abandoned railway, the team leader and seven team members slumped on the tracks and gravel roadbed.

The screams and muffled thuds of the ground collapsing no longer came from the direction of the slaughterhouse.

Instead, there was only deathly silence.

The team leader's lips were pale as he stared in the direction of the slaughterhouse.

He had only one thought in his mind: Jiang Yi was being killed inside.

After Shen Hanzhou cleared out the outer perimeter and killed our thirty-two people, he still had the strength to go back and kill Jiang Yi.

There's no way to kill all of this.

One of the team members was holding a gun, but his finger wasn't even on the trigger.

His voice trembled: "Captain, there's no sound from inside—Jiang Yi is dead?"

The team leader did not answer.

He knew Jiang Yi was dead.

Another team member suddenly pointed in the direction of the slaughterhouse and shouted, "Someone—someone came out of the main gate—!"

The team leader suddenly looked up.

Through the faint light of dawn, a figure could be seen walking out of the main gate of the slaughterhouse.

The distance was too far to see their faces clearly.

But the silhouette of that dark coat and metal-framed glasses—it was Shen Hanzhou.

The team leader's heart pounded, and he growled in a low voice, "He's out—back up! Back behind the railway tracks!"

Eight people desperately climbed back towards the railway tracks, using both their hands and feet.

The team leader kept looking back as he climbed.

Shen Hanzhou stood outside the main gate of the slaughterhouse and glanced in the direction of the railway.

It was just that one glance.

The team leader's crotch was soaked again.

At that distance, which was at least four hundred meters, Shen Hanzhou couldn't possibly see him clearly.

But he felt that Shen Hanzhou was looking at him.

Shen Hanzhou stood still for a moment, then turned and walked towards the old office building on the side of the slaughterhouse.

Go and pick up his motorcycle.

The team leader collapsed onto the tracks, gasping for breath: "He didn't come—he didn't come—"

One of the team members cried and said, "Doesn't he know we weren't all dead? Does he think the people on the railway are dead too?"

The team leader knew perfectly well that Shen Hanzhou was aware of this.

He glanced in the direction of the railway when he left through the main gate, and he saw it.

He didn't come over because the railway was too far away and there was no cement nearby, so he couldn't reach it for the time being.

Moreover, he fought all night and killed more than fifty people.

I don't want to follow it anymore.

The team leader dared not gamble.

He lowered his voice and ordered, "We'll move after he leaves. Nobody is allowed to make a sound."

Shen Hanzhou pushed his motorcycle out from behind the old office building.

I climbed into the seat and started the engine.

He glanced back at the slaughterhouse.

Twenty-five bodies were sealed in cement in the cold storage.

Thirty-two bodies were found encased in the collapsed area and concrete blocks outside the main gate.

There are still eight living people in the direction of the railway, but they are more than 400 meters away. The surrounding area is full of gravel and sleepers, with no cement components.

Inner monologue: The eight are on the railway, too far apart, and there's no concrete underfoot, so I can't kill them for now.

But it doesn't matter if you go back and report.

Yan Tingyao knew that Jiang Yi was dead and that I had killed thirty-two people, which only made him more afraid.

Fear leads to shrinking, and shrinking makes one an easy target for killing.

He twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle drove away from the slaughterhouse, disappearing into the country road among the poplar trees.

The eight people on the railway waited for a full ten minutes.

I only dared to move after confirming that the motorcycle engine noise had completely disappeared.

With trembling hands, the team leader pulled out his phone and dialed Yan Tingyao's number.

It took me three tries to dial, my fingers were shaking so much I couldn't press the screen accurately.

The call was connected.

Yan Tingyao's voice was cold and deep: "You caught them?"

The team leader's voice sounded like it had been scraped with sandpaper: "Mr. Yan—forty—only eight left—"

Yan Tingyao paused for a moment, then his voice suddenly deepened: "Explain yourself."

The team leader closed his eyes and recounted the whole story.

"We'll wait outside until he and Jiang Yi are both badly injured."

"He attacked us first."

"They were dismantling the concrete ground beneath our feet, just 200 meters away—not just the surface, but the underground concrete subbase, which caused the soil to collapse."

"All thirty-two people were sealed inside cement."

"Then he went back and killed Jiang Yi, and there was no sound at all in the cold storage."

"He came out, got on his motorcycle, and left—"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

The team leader added, "He didn't call out to us. He glanced in our direction as he came out of the main gate—just one glance—and then he left."

"He doesn't care if we come back alive to report the news."

"He wants us to come back and tell you."

Yan Tingyao spoke, his voice icy cold.

"He killed the outer sentries all by himself, then the thirty-two of you, then Jiang Yi, and still had the energy to leave on his motorcycle."

"You didn't even fire a single shot at him."

"Forty people, and this is the result they brought back."

Team leader: "Mr. Yan—it's not that we won't drive—it's that we can't drive—"