The three arrived at the door. Zhou Minhao knocked again, but after a long while, there was still no response from inside.
"Watch this." Xia Mi took out a piece of wire and fiddled with the lock twice. With a click, the bolt slid back. Her movements were smooth and practiced, as though she had done it countless times.
Zhou Minhao and Chen Moxin looked at her at the same time, their eyes holding the same question: How were you so good at that?
Xia Mi chuckled. "Everyone needs a skill to make a living."
The instant the door opened, a strong stench of blood rushed at them.
Blood was everywhere.
The floor was covered in dark red stains that gleamed wetly. Dead Servant blood was corrosive. The few drops splashed onto the sofa had already burned small scorched holes into the fabric, their edges curling up and giving off a pungent burnt smell.
They saw the Dead Servant. In pieces, scattered everywhere.
He Xiaomeng had dismembered the Dead Servant! The method was crude—not a doctor's precise dissection, but a butcher's brutal carving!
So He Xiaomeng really had killed the Dead Servant! Zhou Minhao's expression turned grave.
He had rushed over the moment he discovered the Dead Servant, without wasting much time along the way.
The corridor outside the door had been cleaned up, with no signs of a fight. That meant He Xiaomeng had dealt with the Dead Servant incredibly quickly—so quickly that it had not even had time to make a sound.
In terms of combat ability alone, this Snake-form Dead Servant was probably no weaker than an A-Class Hybrid. Yet before this man, it had not even made a ripple!
He Xiaomeng was definitely no ordinary person. Even among Hybrids, he would surely rank among the best.