After returning to his residence, Lu Yu changed out of the clothes stained with the blood of the Shadow Martial Alliance's elite. Then, after washing off the blood from his body, he slowly sank into a bathtub filled with hot water, a trace of comfort appearing on his face.
The recent slaughter induced no tension in his heart; after all, during the five years he was missing, he didn't know how many enemies he had slain.
Blood and death had become commonplace for him, unable to stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.
"Bernstein is coming to Lin'an City..." At this moment, Lu Yu muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a hint of contemplation.
Recalling the intelligence relayed by the sniper earlier, Lu Yu's eyes revealed a trace of thought, with a glimmer of sharpness in his gaze.
