Dark narrowed his eyes slightly.
The fire was already raging, yet the security department had barely reacted, and not a single person was in sight, which was clearly abnormal.
Something had happened.
This fire was obviously no accident.
Dark's eyes, nearly hidden by the accumulation of fat, were darting around rapidly, and then he seemed to come to some realization as he shouted, "We have an uninvited guest, go contact the Skeleton Corps...no, go directly to those guys from the New Chaser Association and see if they...hmm?"
He had intended to grab Luobo and pull him close to give him a good talking to, but suddenly he felt much lighter in body, then he turned his head and saw Luobo still standing on the spot, his face full of terror, and his hand still gripping the back of Luobo's neck.
But it was a severed hand.
Dark looked down and discovered that his left hand had been severed at some point and was now seeping gray blood.
"Factory Manager Dark, long time no see."
