Chapter 897: 112. "Now, it's time to make peace, Lioz."
Lioz withdrew his fist, looked at the Overseer who had been crushed into a pulp before him, and shrugged regretfully.
"Sorry, I thought you were pretty strong..."
He could not sense even the slightest trace of a Path from the other man, so he had instinctively assumed the man was a powerful existence.
Yet he had not expected him to be so weak. Lioz had merely swung his fist, and the force of the blow had pulverized him.
The blood and minced flesh were dried and carbonized by the brutal wind pressure, giving off the foul stench of scorched meat like a ruined steak, mixed with a rusty tang. Before long, the smell spread through the factory.
The workers stared at him blankly. Then Lioz raised his head, his deep-blue eyes sweeping apologetically across them, and an uproar immediately broke out.
"He broke in! Run!"
"Monster! That's definitely a fucking monster!"
"Don't call the police—we'll do anything, just let us go..."
Without releasing even a shred of pressure, he had already scared the workers into fleeing without a trace. Their hearts were filled with despair, and they did not even have the nerve to call for help.
"You scared everyone away."
Lanaen walked up beside him on tiptoe, her hands behind her back. She leaned slightly past his side and glanced at the fleeing workers, who had run so desperately that some had even left their shoes behind. Then she teased Lioz, "Well, this is great. We came here to investigate clues, but everyone's gone. This mission is probably dead now."
"Dead? I don't think so."
Lioz turned to look at the bloody lathe beside them. "The moment we arrived, that Overseer chopped off a worker's leg with an axe.