(Third update in 90 minutes.)
Beneath the holographic projection sky barrier.
Yellow sandy streets, deadly silent.
All the mercenaries and space drifters who witnessed this scene only felt a chill rising from their backs.
They swore they would never forget a young man with a calm face... quietly taking photos after killing.
"Black, have you locked onto the source of the information?"
Mu Fan murmured softly.
"Locked." Black's words were simple and straightforward, only three characters.
"Very good."
"Continue..."
He lowered his head to glance at his bloody and faintly foul-smelling hand, his five fingers clenched like eagle claws, suddenly trembling.
A mist of blood instantly sprayed from his hand.
Though still bloody and mangled, upon close inspection, there was no longer the blackness that had once been corroded by toxins. Beneath that bloodied flesh, muscle and skin were rapidly repairing under intense cellular energy.
