The hazy night shrouded the world, and in the distance, a tall building stood, emitting a faint glow. Figures in white robes were swiftly traversing the night.
He Ao's gaze swept over the scene in the night; he couldn't control the change of scenery because, at this moment, he was witnessing it all from another person's 'perspective.'
The perspective of 'Wild.'
At this moment, Wild seemed to be in a wide square, looking down, scanning the entire square.
The rich scent of blood was spreading across the square, emanating from the 'things' placed there.
They were the corpses of young people, masses of blurred flesh and blood. The people transporting the bodies carefully separated the remains and placed them into individual metal boxes.
Then these boxes were separated and stacked together, loaded into a waiting truck.
"Director, there's bad news." At this moment, a middle-aged man walked over, whispering in Wild's ear, handing him an item, which was a simple badge.
