On the opposite side of the completely oily and high-tension atmosphere of the penthouse, Shou moved with a chilling, mechanical precision.
While the others moved as if fueled by rage or a sense of justice, Shou remained calm and collected as usual, his mind still completely pragmatic and efficient.
He dodged, kicked, and punched the encroaching Silent Wailers with the precise and calculated movements of an assembly line worker.
The black, oily liquid from the crushed creatures splashed against his clothes and skin, but he didn't even blink, his face remained as indifferent as ever, eyes scanning the room like a tactical computer.
He couldn't help but click his tongue annoyance. No matter how many wailers he killed, they just keep on multiplying, and he was already starting to get exhausted.
Just then, bis gaze inevitably drifted to the women chained to the gilded pillars—the source of this nightmare.
