The shredder had started, sending the man's body inside. Only then was everything fair; at the end of death, regardless of status, it welcomed everyone with open maw and quickly processed them, turning them into fragrant, delicious meat products suitable for animal feed.

One minute later, the crusher stopped working.

After completing this procedure to dispose of the body, they turned and walked out without lingering.

This series of actions was not troublesome at all; it was very efficient and clean. The two of them worked together... well, you could say they had a good understanding, since they were both experts in killing.

Ahead of Lu Jin, Xi En put on a bland and utterly uninteresting expression. She washed her hands halfway through and even asked him for a few cigarettes. Her expression was as if she had just watched a play that wasted her life and now she could finally fucking die.

He had some questions he wanted to ask, but he realized that if he did, the person would most likely ignore him or give a vague answer that was obviously not true.

A quarter of an hour later, they returned to the banquet.

As before, Sheen held a glass of champagne laced with drugs—he now knew it wasn't just a hallucinogen; a characteristic of this madman's body could activate anything it came into contact with and imbue it with neurotoxins, the kind that couldn't be broken down. That stuff would take root in the heart, absorbing the host's nutrients day after day, maturing in seven days. Once that time was up, it would instantly cut off the blood supply, killing them on the spot.

Furthermore, their numbers can multiply, and their reproduction rate is similar to that of a frog laying eggs.

Lu Jin exclaimed "Awesome!" from the bottom of his heart, and then continued drinking his cheap whiskey.

"She is indeed a good woman, do you like her?"

Suddenly, a Taoist voice sounded from behind.

He turned around and saw Gore, who was carrying something in his hand—that damn extravagant ID card stained with a lot of blood.