"If I ever have a day like that, I'd never die so pathetically," Chai Sheng suddenly said.
"Relax. Who knows, maybe you won't even live to see the day when degeneration hits," Xu Huo comforted him.
"Haha, you're right." Chai Sheng forcefully dragged his left hand, clad in a metal glove, along the blade. After a sharp scraping noise, the long blade shimmered even darker. He swung it hard, striding forward. "Let me see them off for the last time!"
The two fought their way through, taking down more than twenty Aliens before finally reaching an empty room. This should be where the staff rested—nothing important here, but there was an attendance log with numbered codes.
"If you don't do shady things, you don't have to fear ghosts knocking," Chai Sheng tapped the booklet. "Look—doing this job, they don't even dare hook up the terminal, and the names are all replaced by numbers."
