บท 43: Fear

Within a mansion in a county town.

By a French window, the setting sun cast its slanted rays into a vast living room where a man and a woman were standing in deathly silence. The room itself, on the other hand, as the setting sun continued to refract and reflect off the glamorous household utensils displayed in the room, had turned rather cozy.

Wan Qing’s rosy cheeks had turned all pale and washed out. She had heard the conversation. She heard the helpless and terrifying call from the other end of the line. The report that was delivered was, perhaps to her, more terrifying than the man’s unearthly shriek.

Every mutant was dead. All were murdered. How did this happen?

All eighteen mutants were all devastated by a single man. What an extraordinary battle achievement, and it would indubitably cause a tremendous sensation if this were to be known by the public.

An extraordinary battle achievement usually meant the rise of another superpower!