"Heh... so you... you slaughtered all our troops?" The man's voice sounded hoarse, but still filled with mockery. Blood flowed from the corners of his lips, and his legs were bent in an unnatural angle-broken. Yet he still laughed softly, chuckling like someone who had not yet accepted reality. "Soon your life will be over as well. Our base must have sent a large army to hunt you down."His laughter cut through the silent night. Arrogant, even though his body was already broken.Harvey stood before him, unwaveringly silent. The shadow of his body was elongated by the moonlight behind. His gaze was cold as ice, piercing straight into the heart of his opponent.Beside him, the German Shepherd stood tall. His breathing was calm. Silent as a shadow, but its eyes did not leave the sprawled man. Not a single movement escaped his scrutiny. Only the look in his eyes spoke-full of vengeance.The man lying on the ground chuckled again, even though blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

What is this guy talking about?Eustace swept his gaze around, but saw nothing but puffs of dust that had not yet fully settled. There was no human shadow. There was no sound. Just dust swirling, dancing in the air from the violent impact.While growling softly, Eustace pressed the side of his chest. A faint cracking sound could be heard as his ribs returned to their original position. His breath caught, but only for a moment. With a rough and turbulent flow of ki, he forced the bone structure together again. Not perfectly, but enough to stand upright and fight.Her eyes turned back to Harvey with a contemptuous glare."It's no use bluffing with big words." Her voice was full of hatred. "Scum like you, as well as your comrades, have no hope against my people. Right now"-he smiled with a sinister grin-"they must be busy collecting the remains of your group."Harvey stood speechlessly. His body relaxed, his stance slowly relaxed. He looked up slightly, then raised one hand. With one sma

The long-haired man stepped forward, then clapped his hands lightly-full of mockery. His smile broadened, but his eyes stared with interest."Great... amazing...," he muttered as he shook his head lightly. "Four C4s, and you can still stand? Your body... is really interesting."The smoke slowly began to fade, revealing the scene hidden behind it. Pieces of metal and debris were flying around, some stuck in the walls. Dust still hung in the air.Amongst the destruction, Eustace's body hung in the doorway that was almost completely destroyed. His head was bowed, his body limp and motionless, blood dripping from his temples. His breathing was barely audible-but he was still alive.Eustace's body was thrown back, but before he fell completely, a hand grabbed him by the collar. Harvey stood behind him, not a scratch on him, only his cloak was slightly scorched at the hem. Smoke still billowed from the scorched floor and walls, leaving complete destruction around him.Eustace's body drooped

Two children armed with machetes lunged from opposite directions. Their eyes blazed with senseless impulse, and their movements were fast-but irregular.Harvey shifted to the side, barely visible as his body slid between their attacks. His right arm was raised, ready to slash back, but-he stopped. His gaze froze momentarily on the shoulder of one of the children.There was a strange bulge under his skin. A shoulder joint that shouldn't protrude outward like that. Dislocated.But the boy kept attacking with vigor, his face tight with pain, his eyes full of forced anger.Harvey chuckled softly. He quickly changed the direction of his attack. One twist of the body sent his foot sweeping across the floor, wrapping around the child's leg. The small body collapsed, and before he could get back up, Harvey slammed the side of his palm into the boy's nape.Silence. The boy was instantly unconscious.But the attacks did not stop. The clomping of little feet could be heard from all directions. T

Harvey sat on the wooden chair, his shoulders slightly leaning forward, hands folded casually in his lap. Although his posture seems relaxed, his eyes are sharp, like knives ready to peel secrets from the opponent in front of him.Across from him, Paul was "sitting"-if that position was even worth mentioning. His body was tilted helplessly, his shoulders fell limp, and his hands dangled like shabby dolls. The broken leg was bent in the wrong direction, giving his silhouette a horribly deformed feel.Paul's eyes were open, but they reflected nothing but emptiness. They were dead-completely dead-as if all vestiges of soul had been sucked out. His lips parted slightly, but not a single sound was born, even when Harvey threw words at him. It was like talking to a human shell... whose mind had been buried somewhere.Jordan appeared in the doorway, his breathing still regular but his pace quick, followed by Rein, Allison, and Alex. There was residual adrenaline on their faces-shoulders slig