"Quick, kill them! Kill them for me!"
Watching Bai Xiqin and the others' fleeing backs, Wang Ge clutched his bleeding arm, his body full of aggression.
His eyes almost seemed to be ablaze, fixed intently on the Base Commander's back.
"My obedient son, why run out of the laboratory and provoke such powerful people? Didn't I tell you not to come out recently?"
Dean Wang glanced at the backs of the fleeing people, not instructing his subordinates or zombies to chase after them.
His slightly overweight body moved slowly, his expression indifferent, as he half-squatted on the ground, observing Wang Ge's stormy eyes.
His face showed no emotional fluctuation, as if the person who lost an arm wasn't his son.
"I told you, kill them!"
Wang Ge did not respond to Dean Wang's words and ripped off the Sun Wukong mask on his face, tossing it to the ground, his expression distorted.
The Sun Wukong mask, stained with red blood, lay quietly on the soot-covered ground.
