"How could this be?" Zhang Ze bellowed. "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"
"Was that a Gene Pill of your own creation that you just gave to Zhu Tao?" Anger flared in Zhang Ze's eyes, as if he wanted to eat the man alive.
Although Professor Feng held a high position in the Divine Machine Camp, he was, after all, just a researcher who had never experienced the battlefield. The earlier scene had terrified him. So, when Zhang Ze grabbed him by the collar, Professor Feng's face went pale with fright. Shaking his head, he stammered, "No, it wasn't me! I didn't do that!"
"You didn't?" Zhang Ze roared. "Then you tell me how the hell Zhu Tao died!"
Zhu Tao was a man he had brought to recommend for the Divine Machine Camp. Even if he couldn't get in, Zhu Tao was still a rare talent. He trained hard and had a solid foundation. He could have had a promising career even if he returned to his original unit. But now, he was dead.
