Su Ming'an left Ming'an in the cockpit, walked down the corridor, and faced a corridor full of corpses.
Each corpse bore a deep sword cut on the neck, the wounds fatally delivered in one strike.
These were the bodies of the elite crew members who had conspired in this plot. Along his way, they had planned to ambush him but had been utterly neutralized by him.
He had found many syringes and scalpels in their rooms, indicating that this plan had been long in the making.
Of course, there must have also been players among these crew members, but Su Ming'an killed them indiscriminately, regardless of who they were, to prevent his identity from being leaked.
He turned around, the dim lantern left aside, and a girl with red hair was squatting on the ground. Pink petals adorned her hair, casting a pale golden glow under the light of the fire.
She was processing the bodies, collecting the incriminating evidence from them.