"I had come into contact with the liquid before, and there wasn't a similar situation. It seems that a major issue has originated from Yu Hui's core, affecting the newly produced drugs as well."
The wound on his fingertip hadn't healed, resembling a tiny window connecting to Yu Hui's heart. His and Gao Ming's blood were mutually devouring each other, as if trying to imprint their memories forcibly into Gao Ming's body.
"Director Li, maybe we should retreat? This place feels too eerie."
"Yeah, the pharmaceutical factory is the core of the Bamboo River Society, but now there's not a soul in sight. Could it be that those guys... are all dead?"
Jia Youzhi and Ding Xiang, flanking Gao Ming on either side, were sticking close to him. Outside the forbidden zone, they found Gao Ming troublesome, but once inside, he became their only support. They clung to him like warmers, not leaving his side.
