Chapter 277: "Are all the people who smuggle like you?"

After hanging up the phone, the capturer, expressionless, goes to the brink of the rooftop, facing the night wind that was formed from the shock wave. He stands still, letting the howling sound of the wind brush past his ear ceaselessly.

The night wind at this moment carried a faint dampness.

It's raining.

Fine delicate drizzles, mixed within the night's wind, feeling like a young girl's fluff against one's cheeks, enabling one to enjoy this moment of peace.

Yes, peace.

In between the blaring alarm bells and screaming cries, there lay a sense of tranquility.

His pupils cast a faint greenish glow in the midst of the turbulent chaos; he stood silently at his spot, looking at the scenery not far away. His face remained emotionless without uttering any words.

Ash City is destroyed.

Totally destroyed.