Midnight.
"The fourth one."
In the luxurious lounge on the top floor of a nightclub, the ceiling was stained crimson with blood. A man in his forties lay limp on the bed, his eyes lifeless. Blood soaked the sheets; he was long dead.
Zhou Yuanjue pulled a clean blanket from the floor, covered the man's body, and turned off the light as he left the room.
Back in the car, Li Qingxuan watched as Zhou Yuanjue removed his mask, his expression utterly calm. She suddenly saw him in a new light.
Ruthless, decisive, cold, relentless, and tireless.
Without a weapon in hand, he was a pious Seeker devoted to the Martial Dao.
But once he took up a weapon, he became an Asura from Hell who treated his enemies' lives as worthless weeds.
"That was the fourth. Who's next?"
The faint smell of blood filled the car as Li Qingxuan asked softly.
"Zhao Zhengxuan."
Zhou Yuanjue said flatly.
Li Qingxuan's body shuddered when she heard the name.
