The matter seemed to be resolved just like that.

Qin Tan stood there, looking at the corpse in front of her, still on guard.

Its golden eyes burned like flames as it surveyed the surrounding environment, finally settling on a particular spot.

Those were the people who had just fled in a panic.

The crowd is much quieter now.

They looked at Qin Tan with awe, hesitant to speak.

Until Qin Tan slowly approached, carrying the Grim Reaper's Scythe.

Qin Tan's murderous intent was undisguised; his crimson-gold pupils were like cold metal, devoid of any warmth.

"What, what are you going to do?"

Some people couldn't stand the murderous aura and spoke up in trembling voices.

But then he saw Qin Tan walk past him and swing his black scythe at someone in the corner.

The movement was too fast for anyone to stop.

The man had a panicked expression on his face and should have died.

But just as the black scythe reached his neck, he raised a finger and smiled knowingly.

"You did find me after all."

His relaxed expression showed no trace of the fear he had just displayed.

As the fingers moved away from the black scythe, the other person's voice was clearly the same as the imposing man from before.

The other person was in the crowd the whole time.

"I told you, your method won't work."

As the man spoke, the people on the second floor came down.

The one in the lead is Sister Meng.

"Bishop, I'm sorry, it was my dereliction of duty."

Sister Meng apologized, but her gaze towards Qin Tan was filled with shocking hatred.

"I forgive you."

In the blink of an eye, the other person appeared next to Sister Meng, placing their finger on her head.

Qin Tan didn't even notice how the other person got there.

"Thank you, Bishop. Please rest assured, I will be more careful in the future."

"This kind of thing will never happen again."