Walking beside Logan, Shingo Butcher, with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot, was filled with dissatisfaction. He had always preferred to act alone and detested collaboration, even more so when being used by others. The trivial intentions of these people were utterly transparent. How could Logan agree so easily? In his view, it would be better to simply take action and annihilate all these hundred people to avoid future troubles. With more people, encountering danger could lead to mutual encumbrance, making it difficult to escape.
Shingo Butcher moved closer to Logan, lowered his voice, full of displeasure, "Logan, it's clear these people intend to use us as human shields. Why did you agree? In my opinion, we should just deal with all of them now and save the trouble." A trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he unconsciously griped the weapon at his waist tightly.
