Wherever they passed, everyone had to cooperate unconditionally.
Any sign of resistance was met with an immediate and brutal beating.
In an instant, the entire garbage district was plunged into a violent storm.
The people were dead silent, shivering on the late-night streets.
But no one dared to say a word.
Even the children didn't dare make the slightest sound.
Meanwhile, medical personnel who had rushed to the scene were carefully cleaning Xue Zhanhu's wounds.
In truth, his injuries weren't severe. When the explosion went off, he had transformed his mechanical arm into a shield that protected his vital organs.
As a result, he only suffered superficial wounds. They just looked like a gory, mangled mess, which was a bit unsettling.
But his face was completely ruined.
After his modifications, he'd had a skin graft done to hide the mechanical circuitry, which he found more aesthetically pleasing.
