He began to scrutinize the reporter.
She had a tall frame, tan skin, wavy hair, and a somewhat flattened nose. It appeared she was from the Kangaroo Country.
The Kangaroo Country could be considered the primary lapdog of Big Pretty.
"Daxia person, do you really have to kill us all?"
"You are inviting disaster upon Daxia. Are you not afraid of sparking a war?"
"If Shaohuang finds out, he will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"
"..."
"Boom!"
Ling Chen swung his axe, and in an instant, those babbling people vanished.
They were the ones who had proposed the cleanup operation in the first place. Now, to blame him for finishing them off—wasn't that a joke?
"Fight him to the death!"
"Kill!"
The remaining survivors, knowing they were doomed, charged forward, intending to gamble for a chance at life.
But this was nothing more than moths flying into a flame.
With a few swings of Ling Chen's axe, it was like chopping vegetables; blood mists exploded, and one by one, they fell.
In a moment's time, only three people and one bird remained at the cave entrance.
Chapter 60