The bodies of the two core members of the crime organization were covered with incriminating accusations. Upon seeing Han Fei, they didn't make any rash moves and respectfully stood on either side of the laboratory door.
Upon meeting familiar faces, there wasn't a trace of joy in Han Fei's heart, only an overwhelming urge to kill in his eyes.
His consciousness communicated the rift in his brain area to the ghosts and monsters. The power of the Extreme Evil World was bestowed upon Han Fei, and he gripped the knife with both hands, ready for battle.
His heart pounded wildly, and the aura coming from inside the laboratory made Han Fei extremely uneasy. It was a soul-deep dread, an instinct honed through many life-and-death battles urging Han Fei to flee. He hadn't encountered such an opponent in a very long time.
