Jiang Nan lunged forward, his figure vanishing in a flash!
A head spun through the air and hit the ground, blood spraying more than three feet high!
The people in the warehouse panicked. All kinds of spirit techniques came crashing toward Jiang Nan as if they cost nothing!
But they couldn't even catch sight of him. He was like a ghost wandering through the darkness!
The bone blades in his hands mercilessly reaped lives!
Blood bloomed in the air, severed limbs flew everywhere, and screams rang out without pause, like a dirge from hell!
"Damn it! How did Jiang Nan find this place? We've got no grudge against him!"
"Stop! Stop it! Do you know who our boss is? You're asking for trouble!"
"Wait! Don't kill any more of us! We don't know the meeting place, but I can ask around for you! I—"
Before he could finish, his head was sliced off!
For a long time, one question had plagued him: if your head was cut off, did your head feel like your body had been cut off?
Or did your body feel like it had lost its head?
Now he knew...
In less than a minute, bodies littered the logistics warehouse, and the walls were splattered with blood!
Everyone lost it!
Wasn't he supposed to ask questions? Why was he just killing them? Damn it, ask already!
But Jiang Nan didn't stop. He kept slaughtering them!
Jiang Nan grabbed a man by the throat and hoisted him high into the air, then crushed his windpipe with a vicious squeeze!
He tossed him aside like a piece of trash, shook the blood from his hand, and strode toward the only survivor in the room: Blond.
Blond was covered in blood. He lay on the ground, scrambling backward, his face