Pei Qingye tossed the corpse in his hands at their feet; the man’s eyes were still fixed on Pei Qingye, staring in death.
"You’re next," Pei Qingye said coldly.
He moved among them like a ghost. Their wails and pleas for mercy rang out in a relentless chorus. He was a heartless killing machine, reaping lives row after row.
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