Several beams of light shone into the dim lobby of the collapsed building, falling across half of Piccolo's expressionless face.
Thud, thud.
Several horribly mangled corpses were tossed onto the floor in succession.
"Were you the one who killed them?"
A woman dressed as a Demonic Cult disciple slowly walked inside... Ten Black Armored Warriors followed behind her.
An entire force had been dispatched this time, with each squad assigned ten Black Armored Warriors led by a Demonic Cult disciple... The woman had discovered this squad's deaths and followed the trail here.
The fighting had taken place at two locations, suggesting a fighting retreat. She had also found several bloodstains that belonged to neither the Black Armored Warriors nor the Demonic Cult disciples, leading her to conclude that the target had been wounded in the struggle.
Sure enough, the sight of Piccolo confirmed her suspicions.
Piccolo was covered in wounds, with a particularly horrific claw mark across his chest. His expression was vacant and dejected... Even so, the female disciple remained cautious.
Anyone who could slaughter an entire squad of Black Armored Warriors was a wounded beast, even if he had relied on tactics and been injured himself.
"Answer me!" the female disciple demanded again in a low voice.
Piccolo seemed utterly indifferent to her arrival and that of the Black Armored Warriors. He simply kept his head lowered, picking food from the box and putting it into his mouth, chewing slowly and swallowing slowly.
"Answer me!" the woman raised her voice again, her tone wavering.
Piccolo stopped eating and stared blankly into the box... There was no food left. He had even wiped up all the sauce with bread.
Anger stirred in the female disciple's heart. She formed a hand seal, and a Black Armored Warrior beside her immediately