Every captured combat soldier wore a look of terror. They had never imagined that while searching the fire scene for valuables, they would run into such terrifying people again.
Not only were they captured with incredible speed, but the strength involved was beyond anything an ordinary person could possess. Carrying several people showed no effort at all. One person held two men in each hand and carried another over his shoulder, delivering all five of them before a single man.
That made all the captured combat soldiers behave themselves. They kept muttering inwardly, What the hell is this? Aren't we heavy? How did they just carry us here like that?
How could an ordinary person grab two people with one hand? Absolutely impossible! Even if he grabbed them by their belts, each person weighed over a hundred pounds! They were living people, not objects.
After the men were thrown onto the ground, each of them was kicked. All five immediately dropped to their knees. Looking up, they saw an older man standing before them.
"Behave yourselves. Answer whatever you're asked! Otherwise, die!" the fellow who had captured them cursed from behind them.
The five men on the ground naturally realized that they might have run into some powerful Masters. They were not overly frightened by that. As long as they cooperated obediently with such experts, things would be fine. Though they thought so, their bodies still trembled uncontrollably.
The somewhat older-looking man standing before them asked, "Answer me. Are you soldiers here?"
"Y-yes!" They were frightened, but they still answered in trembling voices.
"Then tell me, who attacked this place? Was it a man or a woman? How many people were there? How strong were they? And after leaving, which direction did they go?" The string of questions left the