He took a few steps forward, placing himself right at the edge of the light beam, approximately five meters away from Shire—a dangerous distance that allowed for a clear observation of subtle expressions and a capacity for lethal reaction in an instant.
"The canning factory has its advantages."
Song Heping's voice remained unaffected: "It's big enough, empty enough, and quiet enough. Echoes are clear here."
He paused, a rather playful smile appearing on his face.
"Most importantly, it's a good place for disposing of bodies—"
He pointed to the factory building opposite him.
"There's even a juicer inside; put a person in, and even the bones can become fragments."
"This..."
Shire felt an inexplicable fear.
The few bodyguards around him also appeared tense.
Song Heping raised his hand and made an extremely brief gesture.
"Bang!"
The blinding light overhead suddenly went out!
