Ding Chongfeng stood on the stage, took a deep breath, and continued, "Let me first talk about what our team encountered.
"After we split up from the field, we headed straight for the special training base. There, we encountered a strange man carrying a Black Coffin—the so-called member of Mask we'd seen on the field earlier.
"When we found him, he was... he was..."
As if recalling some horrifying scene, Ding Chongfeng shuddered.
"He was... dissecting the instructors' corpses."
Everyone below the stage changed expression.
Upon hearing the description "a man carrying a Black Coffin," Fang Mo instinctively recalled the strange man he had sensed from afar in the park that day, and his brows immediately furrowed.
"He was wearing that blood-soaked Crimson Cloak, standing before the dissection table. Savage vines grew out from the muscles on his back, each one wrapped around a small knife, frantically carving up the corpses. Blood and chunks of flesh covered the floor, and there was actually a smile at the corner of his mouth!
"When he saw us, he happened to turn around. The Black Coffin on his back opened by itself, and inside was a pale female corpse frozen in ice... staring straight at us."
Hearing this description, the many recruits throughout the grand auditorium felt their scalps go numb, their faces turning deathly pale.
"I don't know what you all think, but I can say for certain that wasn't how a Night Watchman should look. He definitely isn't a good person!" Ding Chongfeng suppressed the fear in his heart and continued. "I believe what Expert Shen said. He was switched out and smuggled into the Training Camp—a member of the Ancient God Church."
Below the stage, Li Zhenzhen looked at the other recruits, whose faces were ashen and expressions terrified, as