Inside the living room:
The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, and the screams of women echoed intermittently.
Mu Wan's lips twitched slightly, her beautiful eyes flickered with a hint of darkness.
Initially, she could still take a few more glances.
Later on, it was simply too bloody.
Mu Wan... could no longer bear to watch.
After all, she couldn't imagine that Wu Kun would completely transform, almost as if possessed by a demon.
Mu Wan slightly closed her eyes, and not long after, the voices of women disappeared. Only mad roars of men and wild, rampant laughter remained.
Wu Kun still wanted to break through the special forces' defenses, but he was tightly encircled by the men, unable to move.
...
Feng Lie glanced indifferently at the pale Mu Wan, his thin lips pressed together.
"Can you still handle this?"
Mu Wan: "..."
