บท 173: Packing Up

It was high in the late afternoon at this time and the sky was painted with a beautiful shade of blinding yellow and orange. 

This light filtered to the few openings of the secured armory, dabbling beautiful light on the gruesome sight inside.

Corpses littered the ground and blood crawled all over the floor. The image of the beautiful woman and her men above the carnage, indifferent from the massacre they just committed, stamped in the hearts of those who saw.

Most people—including people from their own team—shivered in fear. Some even outright vomited. 

Actually, everyone from the other team who didn't get killed had already vomited their stomachs out, which was harsh because they had barely eaten anything.

It also struck extreme fear in everyone's heart.

The men soon converged to where Khalifa was, looking at her in worry. She took down about a hundred by herself. She must be really… parched.