Meanwhile, inside the speeding black SUV, the atmosphere was so heavy it felt almost frozen.
"Alliance Leader, are we really just going to let it go like that? Just let that kid take the Vampire Butcher away? Shouldn't we report this to the higher-ups?" a young man at the Martial Master Late Stage broke the silence, his voice laced with reluctance.
Zhao Wuji sat in the front passenger seat, the gruesome scar on his face looking even more terrifying in the dashboard's glow. He did not answer immediately, instead touching his chest—a dull ache still lingered there, even though the surface showed no visible injury.
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