It'll Be Fine

With a bang, the door to the hidden storage room was violently kicked open from outside, and a team of more than a dozen burly men rushed in.

Each of them held an iron-banded wooden club and wore yellow shirts. Clearly, they had the same identity as the men who had just died and were responsible for the same task—maintaining security.

After rushing in, they first saw their dead companions in the corner. Then their eyes locked onto Wulusi, and they shouted, "Hey, did you kill Derrick? Damn it, I'll make you pay!"

Wulusi looked coldly at the people who had rushed in without saying anything. From the corner of his eye, he had already spotted even more men in yellow shirts approaching the storage room.

Clearly, his tracks had been completely exposed.

"Looks like I can only end this quickly," Wulusi said in a low voice. "I can't waste time here. If the people with extraordinary power at the mine arrive, things will get troublesome."

"Then—"

Wulusi took several steps back, suddenly grabbed an intact Mineral Powder Metal Box, and lifted it by its sturdy handle. The muscles on his face twisted, his eyes closed, and half a second later, they opened again.

The will belonging to Wulusi's true body sank to the deepest depths, while the wills belonging to Qiekafu and the angel Gabriel simultaneously took the upper hand.

Light emerged from beneath Wulusi's skin, making every hair on his body appear to glow.

Wulusi raised his head to look at the people in yellow shirts and revealed a grim smile. "Do you know? You're very lucky, because you have the honor of dying by my hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wulusi carried the metal box in his left hand and stepped forward. He raised his