For someone like Chen Xiao'er, who worked in the military contracting business, the small matter of a person or two dying was just part of the daily routine.
During the enterprise wars, people died in droves, and the deaths came in all manners—those of enemies, allies, strangers, acquaintances... Over time, he got used to it, only wondering what his own death would look like when the day came.
Being smashed into a pulp by the tail of a giant dragon hardly counted as anything noteworthy, a swift and clean end with little prolonged pain, which was actually quite nice.
Moreover, Chen Fei wouldn't be moved by the deaths of thousands of worthless beings like these, despite having previously treated them with the respect due to a noble's butler.
In life, a butler; in death, nothing but a pile of worthless rotten flesh—how pitiful and lamentable!
"The fourth..."
Chen Fei continued to call the roll, determined that not one of these escapees from the Imperial Capital would get away.