The little Nuannuan group rushed forward, clearly trained, moving adeptly in groups of three to capture Jiang Cheng and Yanran.

Coldly glancing at the little figure in front of him, Yanran suddenly moved.

Without turning her head, she rapidly retreated, then thrust backward, hitting a little Luo in the heart.

Before that Luo fell to the ground, Yanran leaped into the air, her feet striking left and right mid-air; following two screams, the two Luo near her flew away.

Seeing this, the little ones launched a fierce attack on Yanran.

This time, Yanran showed no mercy.

Steel claws automatically appeared in her hands, and with rapid swipes from Yanran, they produced a sharp slicing sound, as if excited by the taste of blood.

The Luo fell all over the floor, blood staining the entire room.

Jiang Cheng had not moved; he just coldly watched Pan in front of him.

The man who always thought he could toy with these extraterrestrial people now realized his grave mistake.

He always believed he was the cat, keeping the mouse alive to toy with it before a satisfying feast of skin and bones.

Now he understood he had underestimated them.

The extraterrestrial couple were the cat, and he was the mouse.

Yet, the violent tendencies within him wouldn't allow him to sit and await death.

He quickly pulled out a gun; just as he raised it, Jiang Cheng seized his gun-holding hand.

Cold sweat poured down Pan's pale face as his hand was crushed between Jiang Cheng's grip and the hard metal, producing a crunching sound.

Jiang Cheng kept his cold gaze on Pan, ignoring his anguished and desperate expression.

Pan's fingers began to deform under Jiang Cheng's grip, slowly breaking, eventually crushed to powder.

"Ahhh!" Pan finally couldn't bear it anymore and screamed in agony.

Jin couldn't believe it; such cruelty in this Dark World, and yet the screams resembled those he extracted in torment.

It must be karma.

Jiang Cheng and Yanran could no longer tolerate Pan's vile face; facing his unreasonable demands, they retaliated.

The little ones lay scattered on the ground under Yanran's assault; while only few were killed, the claws from Yanran were sharp enough to severely injure those not dead.

Nevertheless, Yanran didn't blame herself for being heavy-handed.

These little Nuannuan, often arrogant and oppressive, rode on the heads of ordinary people acting superior; how much blood was stained on their hands? How many ordinary people wished them dead?

These scum, the fewer there are, the more peaceful society becomes; ordinary lives can return to normalcy, society can maintain order, and justice has a purpose.

She's eliminating peril for the oppressed.

At this moment, she becomes an embodiment of justice.

So, she feels no guilt; those dying before her, their bodies piled around won't stir her conscience, nor will the intermittent moans from the gravely wounded move her.

And Pan, who compared Jiang Cheng and Yanran to mice, thinking himself as the cat, when desperately trying to pull a gun was caught by Jiang Cheng.

Pan's fingers deformed and broke slowly under Jiang Cheng's grasp, crushed into pieces as the room echoed with Pan's screams.

When Jiang Cheng released his hand, Pan collapsed straight into the chair.

Jiang Cheng asked him, "Now, can the two of us leave together?" stressing the word "we."

Pan, though a stubborn member of the Dark World, barely conscious from the pain, defiantly muttered, "You, you can't... Escape... Good days... My, organization will, will hunt, hunt you... Down."

Jiang Cheng, uninterested in his nonsense, interrupted, "Is that so? Then sorry, guess we'll have to kill you, maybe your organization won't find us then."

His mocking tone showed clear disregard for any threats from Pan's organization.

Seeing he couldn't intimidate Jiang Cheng, Pan began pleading, begging for mercy.

"I admit, it's my fault, please, spare me."

"It's all that damned Lu Cha chief's doing, he ordered me to eliminate you, I'm just following orders, you should go after him."

"Please, don't kill me, I have a child at home."

Facing death, Pan spoke fluently, abandoning his fragmented speech.

In the short time Jiang Cheng encountered Pan, Pan showed various ugly faces.

Before his chief, he was arrogant and domineering, sycophantic at times.

Initially he faced Jiang Cheng and Yanran with a negotiating smile, sincere, cooperative in tone.

When his demands weren't met, he resorted to coercion, determination unyielding.

When broken, Pan turned cruel and violent, indifferent to the lives of others.

Such a person is harmful, only causing suffering to ordinary people.

Jiang Cheng ignored Pan's pleas, slowly reached to place his hand on Pan's forehead. Pan didn't know Jiang Cheng's intention, his head jerked back into an odd angle.

That angle was reminiscent of a criminal in the photo on the wall behind him, a coincidence hard to ignore.

When he tortured that criminal, photographing it, surely he didn't expect to face this day.

Jiang Cheng withdrew his hand, having extracted all of Pan's memories.

Turning his head, he instructed Yanran, "In the basement below, there's an armory with explosives and grenades, place them in every room, especially some spots need more, to ensure complete destruction."

Yanran turned to leave.

Pan, hearing this, descended into complete despair, stood to confront Jiang Cheng...

Only to experience again the power of the man he once underestimated.

Jiang Cheng extended his hand, shattered Pan's cap, screams echoed once again within the room.