C105 They were all rushing to their deaths

In the huge chamber, there were bright lights, but there was also the depression before the storm.

The man's eyes fell onto the mahogany desk. As he looked at the messy items on the table, the killing intent in his gentle eyes seemed to have solidified.

The contents of the desk were clear at a glance.

Broken pieces of cloth, cotton, a pouch, and a bead filled with blood and grease