Fighting

The blazing inferno had engulfed the entire entrance hall of the first building of the factory complex. 

Many had died instantly, but the unfortunate survivors' anguished wails echoed out in the red hue of the burning flames. 

Lu Nanfeng was feeling a chill run down his spine, but he did not pity them. Since he had arrived here, it was a question about whether they survived or the Organization's men survived. 

There was no pity on the faces of the Wen Sihan's men either. Instead, it was full of excitement. His eyes were glistening as he saw the flames, and he was smiling while listening to the cries. Lu Nanfeng could not help but raise an eyebrow in surprise.

He knew that Wen Sihan had grown up in a crime syndicate, and his outlook on life was different from Lu Nanfeng's; to him, life was nothing more than a game, and killing was as usual as cutting weeds.