Chapter: 4511

Wan Ba Jun asked hastily, "Mr. Ye, what's the current situation? Do you need us to do anything?"

Ye Chen opened his mouth and said, "There's an injured rebel who has lost four limbs still alive. I need to ask him some questions. The people inside are all dead. Take your men to clear up the scene, remove the corpses properly, and clean up any remaining bloodstains and bullet holes."

Wan Ba Jun's expression turned grim, and he immediately said, "Then we'll start handling it now."

Subsequently, he quickly led his men away to the corridor.

At this time, the corridor was pitch black, but Wan Ba Jun was an Eight-Star Warrior, with abilities beyond ordinary people. Although the light was dim, he could still see very clearly.

When he saw the scene before him, his entire person was shocked into a stupor.

He may have crawled out from among the dead bodies, but this kind of bloody scene was something he had never seen before.

Other warriors from Wan Ba Jun's forces were also hard-pressed to conceal their shock, as the intense blood odor filled everyone with a sense of physical discomfort.

Wan Ba Jun spoke up first, his voice cold and detached: "Get ready to bag the corpses. Put all the dead ones away."

"Alright!" The others nodded in unison, immediately pulling out black bags from their pockets to start processing the bodies.

As each corpse was stuffed into a bag, Wan Ba Jun's heart grew increasingly shocked.

What shocked him wasn't those rough-looking bandits who had been shot in both legs and then poisoned themselves to death. It was those four martial arts masters who were extremely skilled.

These four martial arts masters, one by one, had their faces distorted beyond recognition from the bullets. To put it mildly, each of them had at least 30-40 bullet wounds all over their bodies, with only a few parts remaining intact.

In fact, Wan Ba Jun could only tell that some of their meridians were still in a state of flow by looking at their mangled corpses, but he couldn't determine how high-ranked they were because most of their meridians had already been shattered by bullets.

After all the corpses were bagged up, Wan Ba Jun grabbed the first one's clothing and stuffed it into the bag along with the others. He then gave orders to the other warriors: "This one isn't dead yet. Take him away separately, and we'll have Mr. Ye use him for something else."

"Alright!" His subordinates nodded hastily and marked the bag.

The warriors from Wan Ba Jun's forces moved quickly, within a few minutes they had nearly 30 corpses all bagged up.

Subsequently, they began to transport these wrapped corpses through the elevator downstairs.

Due to their prolonged standing in the bloodstain, when they walked out, they left large bloody footprints on the pavement outside.

Fei Ke Xin saw that Wan Long Palace's people were covered from head to toe in blood, with a strong smell of blood lingering around them. It didn't take much imagination to think about how brutal the situation inside must have been.

Wan Ba Jun arrived at Ye Chen's side and said: "The corpses are all wrapped up now. Let's arrange to transport them out of New York as soon as possible, then to a public ocean area for disposal. As for the one who is still alive, I'll send him away separately first."

Ye Chen nodded slightly: "Good, thank you all."

Wan Ba Jun asked: "Ah, Ye Mr., there are four martial arts masters inside, don't know what kind of cultivation they have, and how did they die so horribly?"

Ye Chen replied calmly: "One six-star martial artist, two seven-star martial artists, one eight-star martial artist."

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