The team member's pale face was directly facing him, with eyes tightly shut, seemingly experiencing less pain than the wide-eyed He.
Meanwhile, from a distance, came Feng Mu's exceedingly considerate explanation:
"Since you are so angry, I'll give you a reasonable reason to be angry."
Feng Mu pointed to the corpse in Zhang Shenyi's arms and then pointed to the body of He on the ground.
"Now, you have one more person dead than the White Masks. So, Captain Zhang Shenyi, from now on, you have a legitimate reason to hate me a little more than the White Masks."
Zhang Shenyi gently laid the corpse in his arms flat on the ground. When he straightened up again, an overwhelming killing intent erupted like a waking beast.
The killing intent was no longer a vague aura but was almost tangible.
Like a blood-stained crimson shadow, it surged from within him, as though a vengeful ghost encircling him, or a life-burning blood-red flame, swirling around his body.
