News quickly arrived: Lu Hang's car was found near an abandoned factory in the west of the city.
Ou Zun and Ou Mo split up and headed over from different directions.
The cars sped off like arrows.
Arriving at the factory, it was desolate and shrouded in darkness.
There was only one large entrance to the factory. The three of them pushed the door open together. As soon as the door creaked open, a waft of decay and metallic rust hit their noses, accompanied by a strange, fishy stench.
Both Ou Zun and Ou Mo froze in place, their bodies stiffening.
They knew this scent all too well—blood.
And not just any blood—it was fresh.
In other words, this blood was from not too long ago.
Moreover, the metallic tang in the air was heavy, oppressive.
The volume of blood… was enormous!
Ou Mo's face turned pale, a stark, fearful expression creeping across his features. Even with the ultra-bright flashlights in their hands, one couldn't completely make out his complexion in the dimness.
