When Song Jia walked through the doors of the art museum and saw the scene inside, her legs nearly gave out beneath her.
Although she did not work in the arts, she had come here several times with her classmates when she had free time. With its rich collection and distinctive architecture, the museum had always been popular with visitors, and she liked it quite a bit too.
But she had never expected that when she entered again, this sanctuary of art would have become a bloody slaughterhouse. Corpses lay everywhere, blood and brains splattered across the floor, and many artworks had been destroyed. Oil paintings worth millions lay discarded on the ground, while sculptures had been smashed into fragments...
The only people still standing in the entire first-floor exhibition hall were Ollie and Alesha. Supporting each other, they were slowly making their way toward the stairs.
"Th... these people were all killed by you?"
Song Jia was startled. After receiving Zhang Heng's call, she had rushed in from outside and still did not know what had happened. Seeing the carnage before her, she assumed everyone here had been killed by the two Inuit, since they looked as though they had just fought a bloody battle.
However, Alesha shook her head. "No, your... uh, employer killed them. We actually didn't help much. He saved us. He and the owner of this museum are on the second floor now. Let's go up together."
"Oh, o-okay."
Song Jia carefully stepped around a pool of blood, then followed Ollie and Song Jia up the stairs to the curator's office on the second floor.
The door was unlocked. Song Jia saw a limping man seated on a sofa, while Zhang Heng sat behind the desk, writing something on parchment with blood. When he saw