THUD!
The burly corpse hit the ground like a slain bear, the heavy thud echoing in the hearts of all present.
Flashlight beams cut through the darkness, illuminating the face—it was Qiu Shan.
The patrol officers rushing in from the factory entrance all stopped dead in their tracks, frozen in place with wide-eyed shock.
"He's... he's dead?"
"Is that... Qiu... Qiu Shan?"
Incredulous thoughts welled up, making their words falter.
Even if he was grievously wounded and his power had waned, he was still Elite Level.
'They had planned to just swarm him, and now he was already dead?'
As these thoughts flashed through their minds, everyone subconsciously turned their gaze toward the figure standing before the corpse.
A haze of sweat steamed off his body, shrouding him like a layer of mist.
