"So your name is 77." Xu Huo calmly repeated the child's number, then asked him a few questions about "curing the disease," his gaze gradually growing colder.
"Uncle, is my sickness gone?" The child was sensitive to the adult's changing mood, and the boy asked cautiously.
The players in the pharmaceutical factory disappeared together, so the District Government must already know they've entered the instance. Since New City has been attacked, they're unlikely to send a lot of players inside; at most, a handful of elites. If these kids are let out, most will just return to the underground labs—no one has time to care for them right now.
