"Not everyone has as good a temper as I do," Fang Ze said.
"We're already suspects, so killing one more person isn't a big deal."
Hearing Fang Ze's words, which were unclear whether they were meant to be comforting or threatening, and having experienced his strength, the Defense Team member trembled, his face turning red and then pale.
Meanwhile, the adjutant quietly glanced at the Defense Team member's superior, seeking confirmation with his eyes.
The superior mouthed, "I personally injected the muscle relaxant. There's no problem."
The adjutant's pupils contracted slightly, and he recalled the anomaly he'd noticed when Fang Ze had taken action. In his mind, he judged, 'Blood Exchange Realm...?'
'...A high-rank Awakener in the Blood Exchange Realm?'
He couldn't help but exclaim in his mind, 'What sort of monster is this!'
'No wonder the anti-magic handcuffs couldn't hold him...'
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