7:30 p.m.
By the light, Smoker looked at the red bloodstain on Zhou Qi's face. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" Zhou Qi hurriedly waved his hand. "It won't affect the operation later."
"Mm." Smoker nodded. They were both men, so he did not ask further.
You said you were fine, so I'll take your word for it.
He pulled out a photograph and handed it to Zhou Qi. "This is the picture of Clown Buggy taken today. Can you use it?"
It was a full-body photograph. In it, Buggy wore a wild grin, one foot planted on a civilian whose face was covered in blood. Behind him, the town could be seen burning fiercely.
"No problem." Zhou Qi nodded. The cameras here had pretty high resolution. Once enlarged, the photo could even be pasted on a wall as a poster.
With a curl of his finger, he first opened a Space Gate only five millimeters in diameter and checked the situation on the other side through it. Then Zhou Qi opened another door.
The four of them filed through. When they emerged again, they were already standing atop a house.
"Buggy is down there!" Zhou Qi pointed toward the square below. More than forty pirates were sitting in a circle around a roaring fire, and the scent of roasting meat drifted over from afar.
Quite a few civilians sat in the shadows along the edge of the square. Ropes bound their bodies, fear filled their faces, and one person, tied around the upper body, was kneeling beside the fire.
There was also a pile of corpses on the other side. A rough count revealed more than forty bodies!
"This..." Zhou Qi found the sight horrifying.
The encyclopedia said Clown Buggy took pleasure in tormenting the weak, but words like that