The muzzle of the semi-automatic pistol in Luna's hand swept across the burning room.The barrel passed over pools of thick blood, over Bravo's corpse with its caved-in skull, then down to Charlie's corpse with its torn tendon, and finally stopped on Alpha's corpse with a poisoned knife sticking out of its jaw. The smell of roasted flesh, stale blood, and cheap burning carpet immediately hit Luna's senses.Her eyes behind the thin-framed glasses widened. Her auditor's instincts tried to detect any traces of mana fluctuation, magic explosions, or residual demonic energy. But the tracking device on her tactical vest didn't even flicker.Three elite assassins were killed by pure physical violence. With an oxygen tank, broken glass, and a strangling cable.Luna swung her pistol, locking her sights directly on Han Jihan, who was collapsed in the corner of the room. The young man was huddled on the ash-covered marble floor, both hands covering his mouth, his eyes wide with panic."Jihan!" L