The people above sent a video to Su Li and his group, asking them to identify if the disfigured corpse in it was the psychotic madman they had encountered before.
Wang Bai and the others stared at it for quite a while but couldn’t tell that this pile of rotten flesh used to be human.
However, the usually silent Xiao Zhang managed to recognize it, noticing that the little finger on one hand was missing a joint.
The Trialist who had previously tried to harvest their lives had a left pinky finger just like in the footage.
The person who delivered the dossier said the deceased had been tortured to death, and his manhood had been cut off.
Upon hearing this news, Wang Bai and the others felt a sense of relief, but the rejoicing was soon overshadowed by an overwhelming sense of dread.
If soone could torture Ma Gan to death, what if they were next....
They dared not think about it, dared not imagine it.
Initially, Wang Bai and the others planned to survive the three-day existential period under the protection of local organizations, but plans never catch up with changes.
After a day of relative calm, the protectors who were also monitoring them were suddenly withdrawn without warning the next day.
Imdiately following that, the television broadcasted a red alert, urging residents to stay ho and refrain from going out.
To the ordinary citizens, this sudden news seed quite strange.
There was no way the authorities would disclose the existence of Otherworld outsiders to the public, so they concocted an excuse about a discovered terrorist threat to keep citizens at ho.
There was nothing more they could do; the strengths of the Trialists on those trains were beyond human imagination, utterly shattering many of humanity’s long-held views.
Nurous investigators t bizarre fates before even approaching these suspicious individuals.
Even the military, who were deployed, found themselves largely impotent and risked provoking these beings.
But provocations or not, the fanatical nature bestowed upon these individuals by Great Power ensured there would be no peaceful coexistence between them.
In just a few hours, local personnel casualties had reached terrifying levels.
The figures were still climbing steadily, with nurous horrific incidents occurring all over various regions.
Murder, arson, rape, plundering, they committed every atrocity possible.
Su Li and his group were currently hiding in a secret base in the city.
But once the protectors were withdrawn, the place felt empty.
Wang Bai, watching the scenes being broadcasted on television, felt his heart wrench in pain.
Towering flas, shattered vehicles, and humans lying in pools of blood, their fates unknown....
This place had beco a playground for demons.
He even caught sight of a clown-like sinister face in the footage.
The figure grinned cruelly at the cara in a taunting manner, and then a scream from the host was heard before the screen flickered and the previous scenes vanished.
Based on what was shown, anyone at the frontline, even those who had seen the Trialists’ faces, had a singular outco.
Qin Xiaoshun could barely stand, murmuring, "Are they even human?"
Xiao Zhang and Xie Yuanyuan’s faces had turned ghostly pale.
Yu Yunduo looked at her son with guilt and sorrow.
Were they destined to be trapped? Little Treasure was so young.
You could say that apart from Su Li, who remained calm, and the oblivious Little Fatty, all the others were both panicked and afraid.
Wang Bai was scared too; it took everything in him to calm down and he said, "Don’t be afraid. We’ll hide here. They... they might not find us."
He was reassuring the others and convincing himself at the sa ti.
But his hope didn’t last long, shattered by a cold male voice.
"Haha, what a naive little child."
The voice belonged to an elegantly dressed man, wearing an overcoat with a bright blue suit underneath, his hair neatly slicked back with pomade.
His attire was immaculate, as if he were about to walk the red carpet, conspicuous and eye-catching.
Despite handso features, the femininity in his face detracted a bit from his looks, originally perfect, now marred by his malicious aura.
An unfamiliar voice had appeared unnoticed, triggering everyone’s tight nerves.
Wang Bai and the others instinctively took a step back, clustering together as if numbers would grant them extra courage.
The man noted their reaction and scoffed dismissively.
He didn’t rush to act, but instead circled around them curiously, like inspecting so exotic species.
As if a lazy lion, toying indolently with its prey before consuming it, he applied imnse psychological pressure on Wang Bai and the others.
"Allow to introduce myself, I am Ye Ran, captain on Train Number Three."
Ye Ran exaggerated his tone, pompously introducing himself.
Indeed, in Su Li’s eyes, Ye Ran’s antics were as ridiculous as a clown’s performance.
Like painting a tiger and ending up with a dog.
Ye Ran, of course, had no clue about Su Li’s thoughts. He thought the sheer aura of his presence had overwheld the newcors with fear.
Ye Ran lit a cigar, taking a puff before blowing out a smoke ring, finally speaking slowly, "So it was you little mice causing trouble. I was wondering how the natives discovered us so quickly."
"Also, one of the natives imdiately attacked us with a big move, turns out it was you few who betrayed us...."
The natives, having gotten so insider information about the identity of Otherworld visitors, took them by surprise, teaching these haughty veterans a painful lesson.
Of course, part of it was due to the Trialists underestimating their opponents.
You could say, many of those who had only gone through a few Trial fields and just surpassed ordinary human capabilities, perished in this ambush.
But those useless ones dead are dead; those remaining were the strongest and most ruthless.
"Because of you, my favorite little pet died, so tell .... how should you compensate ...."
Ye Ran squinted through the smoke, admiring the newcors’ terror-stricken and distorted faces.
"Why don’t I slice off your organs to pay back?"
"I just love collecting human organs.... your eyes look nice, I’ll keep them as a collectible." Ye Ran pointed at Xie Yuanyuan’s wide eyes, showing a fascinated expression.
He was a total pervert, scaring the girl into speechlessness.
"And you, oh yes, just that angry face, keep it when I peel your skin off nice and neat." Ye Ran said, blowing a kiss at Qin Xiaoshun.
"As for you filthy n and tainted won, so polluted, just off yourselves to spare soiling my hands."
Ye Ran presumptuously assigned fates to all the newcors on the scene, which....
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