In the Awakening Association hall.
Everyone looked at the enormous headless corpse on the ground, and took a sharp breath.
The muscles were like rock, with fists the size of half a human. It was obvious what the result would be if a punch landed on them.
What puzzled them was that there was only this corpse and bloodstains everywhere in the hall. Where were the other seven people?
According to the President, weren't all eight people from Jiulong City supposed to be killed?
"Don't bother looking," Chen Fan glanced at them and said calmly, "the bloodstains on the ground are them."
"What! The bloodstains are them!
"What the...!?"
Upon hearing this, everyone widened their eyes and showed disbelief on their faces.
Hua Jun and Xie Ming exchanged glances, both feeling a chill climb up their hearts.
But thinking about it, if the President's strength wasn't enough to handle them, the President's fate might have been even worse.
