The man-eating beasts bared their savage fangs at the mangled remains, venting their most primal, impulsive desires.
The baleful aura of hatred and venomous resentment surged into the sky against the torrential rain, scattering the dark clouds that had enveloped them overhead.
Bloodstains, sinew, skin, bones... strewn across the neglected black alley. Perhaps they would see daylight again; perhaps they would be washed into the sewers; or perhaps...
Perhaps, one day, when Gu Qingyun's corpse was discovered, people would only think those who had exacted such wanton revenge were man-eating demons. They would never associate this corpse with the real devil.
The rainstorm continued to pour.
This rain had begun because of Gu Qingyun, yet it did not end because of him.
For it had long since become the dark clouds that could not disperse and the unending downpour in the hearts of countless employees.
Meanwhile, at the instant Gu Qingyun died, Hou Guisheng's shadow suddenly writhed in the gloom. Then, a white human face, deathly pale and wailing, appeared in his palm.
Within that palm, the face was submerged in inescapable black mud, as though imprisoned within a pitch-black swamp. No matter how desperately its features struggled, it could only cause faint black ripples.
Only after Gu Qingyun's death did Hou Guisheng leisurely take out the last ghost of Branch No. 10. Before everyone's eyes, he opened his phone and drew it into the Heterochromatic Eyes.
The brilliant seven-colored radiance flashed for only an instant before immediately going out as the screen locked. The screaming face fell silent as well, as if it had never existed.
Everyone watched this scene, utterly exhausted and blank-faced, without a word or movement.
At the same time, the Top Ten Branches... or rather, the nine branches that remained in name—every surviving branch manager