"Ah..."
The black-clad man struck by the fireball let out a shrill scream and crashed to the ground like a kite with its string cut. The clothes on his back had been burned black, and a large area of his skin was charred, black smoke rising from him as a pungent scorched smell filled the air.
He twitched twice before falling completely still. Clearly, his injuries had knocked him unconscious.
The remaining black-clad men stood rooted to the spot, their entire bodies stiff.
They could clearly feel the wave of heat from the explosion, yet instead of warming them, it sent a chill from the soles of their feet all the way to the tops of their heads.
That companion who had fled earlier was one of the strongest members of the team, yet in front of their opponent, he had not even been able to withstand a single move.
"This is over... We're no match for him..."
One of the black-clad men muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair.
The way he looked at Lin Li was like looking at a ferocious beast from the wilderness... He was too strong—so strong that they no longer even had the courage to resist.
Lin Li slowly walked toward them. His footsteps crunched over the rubble with a "crack, crack," each step seeming to land directly on the black-clad men's hearts.
"Tell me, what happened here? Why was there an explosion? And what happened to those injured people?"
His tone was flat, yet it carried an irresistible pressure.
The black-clad men exchanged glances, but no one spoke.
They were all die-hard loyalists of the organization. Even knowing they could not win, they were unwilling to casually reveal information about their mission.
At that moment, a black-clad man with bloodshot eyes suddenly