Walking out of the villa, the police officers held their breath as their jaws slowly dropped in stunned disbelief.
Thoren walked forward with the same indifferent expression, his face devoid of any emotion.
He did not spare the police even a glance, as though they were nothing more than air.
Behind him, his two undead servants dragged three broken figures across the ground.
The guard captain's jaw had been crushed beyond recognition.
Blood mixed with shattered teeth dangled grotesquely from his mouth, swaying with each jolt of movement.
The young miss bore a deep palm print on her cheek. The flesh had been torn apart so brutally that parts of her bone were exposed, giving her an almost unrecognizable appearance.
As for the young master, one of his arms had been severed completely.
Blood continued to drip from the wound as he wailed in pain, his cries hoarse and desperate.
The group walked past the stunned police officers as if they did not exist.
