Chapter 350: Grim Reaper's Claim

The office floor lay swallowed by thick, milky smoke as Gordon Yale cut through it at a blistering pace. Along the way, he found employee after employee collapsed from smoke poisoning, faces turned ashen and sickly. If nobody got to them in time, they would not just be "uncomfortable." They would die. Gordon had no choice but to stop. "Swish, swish, swish…" With the Needle of Salvation flashing between his fingers, he drove golden needles into key points with crisp precision. One by one, the...