"Help me! I'm not infected... Besides, I have the key to the surveillance room."
"We can work together to reach the surveillance room. There, we can use the surveillance footage to find the best escape route."
Han Dong, disguised as a sales assistant, shouted these desperate words for help.
The tightly locked iron door suddenly opened, and a powerful arm grabbed Han Dong's shoulder... The strength communicated through the hand made Han Dong's pupils widen; the other party's strength exceeded his own.
In an instant, he was dragged into the room.
The next second... swish!
A cold syringe needle accurately pierced his neck, injecting a liquid into his veins that triggered Han Dong's danger sense.
Han Dong immediately made contact with the Count inside his body.
By manipulating his blood, he temporarily encapsulated the strange liquid...
Before him.
