The mutants around were all gloating, there was no friendship here, just a sentiment where someone could backstab you at any moment.
Wang Baorun lowered his head, swallowing nervously, "Brother Ao, there are fewer and fewer survivors outside, we've searched many places but found nothing, it's not that we don't want to find them, it's really difficult."
"Come here," Tan Ao beckoned with his finger.
Wang Baorun walked fearfully over to Tan Ao. He knew Tan Ao's habits and, just as the man was about to make a move, he quickly covered his face. Memories of previous beatings had left him quite apprehensive, forming a conditioned response.
'If you want to hit me, there's nothing wrong with me covering my face with both hands, right?'
Bang!
But who would've thought?
Wang Baorun only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, waves churning at his tail, as if something wanted to be vomited out. He fell to the ground with a groan, a pained expression on his face.
