At this moment, with a "bang", the door to the hidden small warehouse was violently kicked open from the outside, and a team of a dozen burly men rushed in.
Each of them was holding an iron-wrapped wooden stick and wearing yellow tops, clearly of the same identity as the person who had just died, responsible for the same task - maintaining security.
After these people rushed in, they first saw their dead companion in the corner, then locked their eyes on Ulus, and shouted, "Hey, was it you who killed Derek? Damn it, I'm going to make you pay!"
Ulus looked coldly at the people rushing in and didn't speak, his peripheral vision already glimpsing more men in yellow tops approaching this small warehouse.
Apparently, his whereabouts had been completely exposed.
"It seems, I can only end this quickly." Ulus murmured, "I can't waste time here, otherwise it will be troublesome if those with extraordinary power from the mine arrive."
"Then——"
