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There were people inside, but their breathing was frail. This was the reason why Mu Lin opted to venture inside.

Indeed.

"Who is it?" a man with a deep voice suddenly asked from where Mu Lin and Jing Youlan were standing.

Jing Youlan: Damn, we've barely begun and we're already at a disadvantage! He started searching vigilantly for the source of the voice.

His surroundings were pitch black, rendering him blind, were they embarking on an adventure in a pitch dark room?

He was joking, unperturbed.

Mu Lin slowly approached the man, stopping a little over a yard away, calmly studying the man before him.

In this chilly weather, the man was topless, reminding her of a brawler, but the aura he was exhibiting caused Mu Lin's brows to furrow faintly.

He had taken a life.

Which means he was a murderer, and not just once.

"You're a soldier. " Sensing the familiar aura from Mu Lin, the man's mouth, which was previously tightly drawn, broke into a faint grin.