He walked over to the corpse of a soldier whose neck had been snapped. An appreciative look appeared on his face as he commented, "A sudden burst of brute force, a precise and fatal strike, with no wasted motion. A formidable character."
Then he slowly scanned the entire battlefield, his gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses sharp as a knife.
"Relay my orders. Seal all exits and conduct a thorough sweep of the entire Zhongjing underground. Pay special attention to the abandoned pipe networks and ruins. Any suspicious individuals are to be killed on sight!"
"Yes, sir!" his assistant immediately acknowledged, relaying the command through his communicator.
Schiller, meanwhile, took a slender glass vial from an exquisite little silver box his assistant handed him. It was filled with a viscous, crimson liquid.
He elegantly removed the stopper, brought the vial to his lips, and took a small sip, a look of rapture spreading across his face.
