At this moment, Andrew Han was incomparably powerful.
To describe it purely in terms of quantitative mechanics feels utterly inadequate.
His punches were like dragons, capable of overturning five or six-story buildings. Facing Ryan Mason, a mere Martial Artist, he didn't need to lift a finger.
"Dead and clean."
"This is true cleanliness." Andrew's face was as cold as a frozen river as he gazed at the cloud of blood.
A Martial Artist’s body is still in the process of condensing blood; their muscles and bones have not reached the state of iron or steel. Coupled with Andrew Han’s thunderous fury and killing intent, he didn’t give Ryan Mason a chance to speak—his shockwave shattered the air, crushing him into a pool of blood and mist.
Immediately after.
He waved his hand, scattering the blood mist.
Standing in the outermost little box, Andrew Han in his light-blue short sleeves was momentarily stunned.
His face stiffened a little, and he stood silent in the alloy building, surveying the scene. This was the little box Marina Hayes spoke of, a place of insane cruelty, a dark tableau that shattered all moral principles and boundaries.
In fact, the lights here never go out.
The blazing white incandescent lamps are always on, making the place seem like a paradise on earth, but its true essence is a shrieking, endless hell.
"Why?"
"Why does such a thing exist?"
Andrew Han felt his soul being fiercely gripped.
He thought hearing Ryan Mason’s voice had already pushed his anger to the limit. But the rows of little boxes before him, each containing a dazed woman—human beings whose minds had already collapsed—chilled Andrew to the bone, made his eyes ache, and left him trembling all over.
These pregnant women were what they called "resource units."
Newborns and girls like Marina Hayes were what they called "premium stock."
Yes.
These things could only be described as such.
Andrew Han understood the horrors of Specters, but he had never known that the human heart could be more vicious than any monster.
"Uncle?"
Marina Hayes's voice sounded timid and soft.
Andrew Han turned around, surrounded by a vast, sun-like radiance of Internal Power, as if an ethereal immortal had finally descended into the world.
"Child, is your name Marina Hayes?"
He asked softly.
The girl shrank back, relying on the edge of the little box. "Um, my name is Marina Hayes... Where did that other uncle go?"
Marina Hayes hadn't seen what happened.
With ordinary eyesight, she couldn't see the moment Andrew Han's shockwave pulverized Ryan Mason. All she saw was the lingering blood mist and the scent of blood in the air.
"Uncle."
"Where did that other uncle go?" she kept asking.
Andrew Han fell silent for a moment. "Child, you don't need to know."
"But..." Marina Hayes looked at Andrew Han with her dark, crystal-clear eyes. "But that uncle really let me see my mom. I want to thank him."
Andrew Han swallowed. "Do you know what 'premium stock' means?"
Marina hesitated for a moment, then spoke.
"I don't really understand."
"But I guess it's something they sell to uncles and aunts who don't have children... Anyway, I still want to thank that uncle."
In the little box at the very edge.
Andrew Han's gaze trembled. "Why do you want to thank him?"
"Because that uncle helped me find my mom. I'm here, and my mom is here too. We're living together again—just too far apart." Marina Hayes stared with eyes as dark and bright as pearls.