Chapter 449 Elegant Woman

In the gloomy, enclosed space, the dim lighting, blood everywhere, bodies haphazardly scattered.

There were gunshot and knife wounds, the knife resembling a scalpel but slightly different, especially at the sites chosen for the wounds, all of which bled profusely; and judging by the expressions on the victims' faces, their moments of death were filled with excruciating agony.

"I'm going to kill them all," Han Mochen said with a smile.

It wasn't a joke, nor was it a boastful proclamation, but a calm statement—as though he was saying, "I must finish writing this thesis."

Sweater, jeans, clean shoes, not a hair out of place.

Still the neat and scholarly college professor, yet he wasn't out of place in the Shura Field, as if he was born to be there.

And when he uttered those words, his eyes shone brightly, unlike when he seemed asleep while reading; it was only now that he truly seemed awake, laughing in the face of the storm, annihilating everything.

"You…"