Fist Kill

By the time he returned to the forest near Blizzard Base, it was already dark.

After parking the car, Luo Yan entered the woods on foot.

He did not use a light, worried that it would draw attention.

Darkness had never been much of a problem for him. Once rings of silver radiance appeared in his crimson eyes, the world became clear and transparent.

When he reached the vicinity of the wooden house surrounded by tangled trees, Luo Yan suddenly stopped.

At his feet lay a fallen branch.

The reason Luo Yan noticed it was that the cut was perfectly smooth.

His expression grew solemn. Moving farther ahead, he saw several footprints.

Judging from the number of footprints, there were four people inside. Their objective was clear—they were heading toward the wooden house.

When Luo Yan looked ahead, a phantom rose above one of the footprints.

From the shadow, it appeared to be a woman. She was tall, wore a long coat, and moved with light steps.

After this phantom rose, different shadows emerged from the other footprints as well.

But Luo Yan had no trouble making them out.

There were two women and two men among them.

Aside from the tall woman, there was another woman with a long saber strapped horizontally behind her waist. She wore a tank top and camouflage pants.

Of the two men, one was slender and the other was bloated and fat.

The slender young man was handsome. With that White Fox Face, he would have been a bona fide celebrity in the past.

As for the fat man, he looked extremely honest and was gnawing on a rabbit leg.

What was worth noting was that the rabbit leg was raw.

At that moment, the woman walking in front, wearing a tank top with