Back at the apartment building on Stump Street, the reinforcements the sheriff had called for had yet to arrive. He and Leo were going door to door, checking for survivors.
They obtained the keys from the apartment manager and opened each door in turn, but what they found filled Datri with grief and rage.
The entire three-story apartment building had seventy-five tenants. Now, not a single one remained alive.
They had been beaten repeatedly before death, and their bones had been crushed as though a python had coiled around them. Every face was frozen in terror, as if they had seen something horrifying before they died.
"The monster probably traveled through the sewers, moving between households. People don't exactly stay on guard against their toilets when they go to the bathroom." Leonid patted the sheriff on the shoulder, trying to comfort him. "But this won't happen again. Master Deathstroke will definitely kill that monster and avenge the people of this town."
The sheriff looked at the old woman who had made the emergency call. Her body still lay dead in the rocking chair in her living room, blood flowing from all seven orifices. He said in a low voice, "I'd rather slaughter that son of a bitch myself."
"Ah, that'll be difficult. You saw it yourself—ordinary people have almost no ability to fight back against this monster. Most of the people in this Stump Street apartment building were laborers from out of town, but there was no shortage of strong men among orange pickers, and quite a few of them had weapons. Yet their fates were no different from this lady's. They barely even had time to show fear."
Leo shook his head. He felt somewhat emotional as well. If the Sorcerer Supreme had not rescued him and brought him