Damn!
Who did this... Ling Chen slightly frowned. The perpetrator was ruthless, even going as far as decapitating the head. As his mind raced, Ling Chen squatted in front of the corpse, carefully examining the traces around the wound.
A very clean wound, definitely inflicted by a sharp blade. Thinking back, among the people he brought, only Yuan Yun and Xia Yue used swords or knives; it seemed no one else wielded such sharp weapons.
Thinking of this, Ling Chen couldn't help but direct his gaze to the stairs above. Just now, there were clear sounds of chaotic footsteps, but now it had become eerily silent, not even a breath to be heard. Instantly, Ling Chen picked up a submachine gun from the ground, along with a few grenades. Loading the bullets, Ling Chen steeled himself and ran upstairs.
