C1228 Think of another way

Chen Fusheng chuckled and lit a cigarette: "Don't you guys feel that it's safe here?"

Chen Fusheng led us forward. At the entrance of the slaughterhouse, what we smelt was not the bloody scent of the slaughter pigs but a faint killing intent.

Yes, this kind of killing intent could only be felt by someone who had been in the battlefield for a long time!

I even heard a woman's scream