He frowned and looked in the direction of the spilled blood—on the floor, a puddle of dark red blood had yet to dry, spread across the floor like it had been smeared by a mop.
Looking up again, the surveillance camera in the corner of the wall tilted and hung down, its lens shattered into pieces scattered on the ground.
Several fresh bullet holes were embedded in the wall beside it, the edges scorched black and shocking to behold.
For a normal person, their heart would have been pounding like a drum by now, sweat soaking through their clothes, wishing they could turn around and flee immediately.
But Zhou Qingfeng was different at this moment.
The 'X' enhancer's effects on him weren't limited to his muscles; it also worked on his brain.
His emotions were temporarily stripped away—no joy, no fear, only driven by instinct, like a precise and cold machine.
He looked down and glanced at his worn-out shoes, the tips already split open, painfully squeezing his toes.
