CHAPTER 8

THE NIGHT OF THE SLAUGHTER ( Ⅰ )

Mutation

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Lipstick applied evenly, clothes neatly arranged, glasses taken off the bridge of the nose and wiped clean, the collar of the uniform stood up, she walked to the end of the corridor with a pace that was calm yet not without a sense of urgency, in the image of a modern successful woman. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the double doors and walked towards her seat as presiding judge, looking at the audience who wer......