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「Late at night.」
Outside a lumber mill in the Jinzhu Suburb, two men standing guard eyed the uninvited guest at the warehouse entrance warily.
"I'm here to see Han Laohu."
Filtered through a voice changer, Zhou Chen's voice came out low and distorted.
He was dressed in a black shirt and black pants, wearing a hockey mask that completely covered his face. He'd even applied black eyeshadow around his eyes, so the round eyeholes of the mask revealed nothing but a pitch-black void, out of which stared a pair of sharp, cold pupils.
The hockey mask was riddled with holes, and the triangular area around the nose was marked with three scarlet, paint-like spray marks. Anyone would recognize it at a glance—it was a classic killer mask.
Because he had contained the C-220 Bloodthirsty Chainsaw Sword, Zhou Chen had taken the time to learn a bit about the American Chainsaw Murder Association.
