"Trying to run now? Too late."
Two figures stepped out from behind the shipping containers.
They looked at the gathered targets, arms crossed over their chests, cold smiles curling at their lips.
The oppressive aura radiating from the two temporary workers left the criminals unable to move, like mice watched by cats.
Inside the warehouse, Lin Li did not pursue the few who had fled.
He had complete confidence in the helpers outside... against such terrified small fry.
They had more than enough strength and would never let anyone slip away.
Resting the Cold Soul Hammer on his shoulder, Lin Li calmly swept his gaze across the remaining criminals.
Sure enough, before long, a brief yet fierce fight broke out beyond the warehouse, mixed with dull crashing sounds.
This was followed by waves of agonized screams, which soon fell silent, leaving only the mournful howl of the cold wind sweeping over the warehouse roof.
Hearing the commotion outside, the criminals remaining in the warehouse felt their hearts sink completely. The last trace of luck on their faces vanished without a trace.
They slumped to the ground, their weapons falling from their hands. They no longer had the courage to resist.
Elsewhere, Ji Ming, covered in blood and with scorched fur, struggled to climb to his feet.
His once-majestic brindled tiger body was now caked in dust and blood. Beneath the patches of burned fur, bright-red skin was exposed. One tiger paw hung limply at his side, his eyes unfocused. He was a miserable sight, so pitiful that one could not help feeling a touch of sympathy.
Lin Li planted the Cold Soul Hammer on the ground. Its head smashed into the concrete, sending fine stone chips flying as coldness spread along the floor, condensing a thin layer of frost around