'Crimson Sect?' The thought flashed through Zhou Chen's mind.
The Crimson Sect was an Abyss Church that worshipped the Abyssal King - Monarch of Blood!
Zhou Chen was somewhat familiar with this Abyss Church. The target of his previous mission, Liu Hanyan, had been a follower of the Monarch of Blood and even had dealings with an Abyssal Blood Demon.
But why would they show up here?
"This was probably some little scheme of theirs, and we just got caught in the crossfire." Old Yang fired his gun as he spoke, his tone dripping with 'I-told-you-so.' "See? I told you, kid. You're a walking disaster magnet."
"Don't you dare pin that on me. We just have bad luck, that's all. Maybe you're the unlucky one," Zhou Chen retorted, casually cutting down a few members of the Blood Race. He yanked his chainsaw back and asked, "Should we kill them all?"
