The five corpses had been dead for some time. They were discolored and decomposing, skin sloughing off as flies buzzed around them.
Fang Zhen looked for a moment and noticed that one of the corpses seemed a little familiar.
It was the fat mercenary who had survived.
Among Rex's group that had tried to ambush Fang Zhen, a fat mercenary had been shot in the leg with an arrow and tied up in the woods.
After returning to town, Fang Zhen had told Town Mayor Ande the mercenary's location, and Ande had taken men to capture him.
Now, the fat mercenary's face was horribly swollen, but he could tell it was the same man.
Seeing that one of the corpses was the fat mercenary, Fang Zhen relaxed slightly.
'It must mean no major disaster had struck the town.'
He rode his motorcycle into the town.
The town was empty. The streets were deserted, giving it a desolate air.
He rode his motorcycle all the way to the Redstone Tavern.
