A long, dark corridor.

A cart piled with the players' bodies, as if they were mere garbage, was slowly pushed toward the incineration room.

The smell of charred flesh mixed with the aroma of meat, creating a bizarre scent that filled the room.

The corridor branched off in all directions.

They arrived at the incineration room and unloaded all the bodies.

Then they began selecting the more intact bodies, briefly examining them before tossing them back onto the cart.

"Burn the other bodies. We'll deliver these later... as usual, keep it confidential, and you'll get ten percent of the money afterward."@@novelbin@@

A black-clothed person with a four-fanged ghost mask said.

The incinerator operator didn't respond.

But the two present knew that the operator had agreed.

They had done this business more than once; if something went wrong, the incinerator operator wouldn't escape responsibility.

The two pulled the cart and left the incineration room, heading to the other side along the corridor.

On the way, Zhao Yi felt the edge of the cart snagging his silver gun, so he reached into his pants to adjust it.

The two pulling the cart seemed to hear something and turned to look.

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