Belongs exclusively to the Consul General of Jie Peng Consulate.

The waiter stumbled in.

Finally a living voice was heard.

Someone was cursing something loudly in Jie Peng language.

A huge surprise suddenly poured into the waiter's mind.

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Rush forward regardless.

Passing through those carefully designed landscaping, those winding shrines, those corridors hung with 4D dynamic pictures of the strongest person in the history of the Jie Peng Empire...

Along the way, he saw fallen bodies on the ground.

Blood filled the air.

These are the warriors of the Consul General's personal bodyguards.

But he also died in battle.

Blood flows.

To the young waiter, these corpses dripping with blood made him feel cordial and excited.

Because this shows that, at least at this level, the murderous devil in the white suit has finally been hindered and can no longer kill people like he did before.

"Devil, I'm coming..."

The waiter rushed out excitedly and frantically.

Finally we arrived at the Consul General’s desk area.

But the scene before him was different from what he imagined.

He saw that the young man in a white suit had no trace of blood on the white cloth, and was still as white as the sacred snow of Mount Fuji.

He saw all the members of the Guards lying prostrate in a pool of blood behind the young man. Their mutilated limbs and broken weapons deconstructed into an abstract painting like the Land of Shura.

He also saw that the consul general with a majestic moustache, this distinguished man who stood at the highest point of power in the entire consulate general, was nailed to the wall of the specially made relief of the Three Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers of Great Xia behind his desk with a Chixia knife.

superior.

He saw that the Consul General's pupils were dilated and breathless.

He saw that blood was gurgling down from the body that had just died, dyeing the mountain and river reliefs red.

He even saw that after the death of the noble Jie Peng, who held the highest power in the Consulate General, his not-so-stiff body twitched and struggled like a crucified caterpillar, and then his hands and feet gradually hung down feebly.

, it seems as helpless and ugly as a dead dog with a broken spine.

The waiter only had time to be happy for a second before his heart sank deeper into the abyss.

All dead.

Everyone in the consulate was dead.

At this time, the young man in a white suit slowly turned around.

There was no ferocity or excitement on his face after he had penetrated the consulate.

There is only natural peace.

Look at the waiter.

Then smiled slightly.

"Hey, you're here too."
Chapter completed!