The two individuals sitting in the security room on the second floor were both startled by the monitor, showcasing a pair of emotionless, predatory eyes.
"What level is this woman?!"
"Level 5, I think," the sensual woman said uncertainly.
The man on the sofa felt a sense of unease as his blood felt like it was boiling to the point of exploding from his body; he was holding a remote control and pressed it.
In front of Lu Chen, the shop's shutter with the sound of a panting wolf dog slowly rose.
"10 Level 3 mutated dogs," Su Mo's ears twitched, and she quickly reported the number, scoffing, "They're underestimating us."
Her hand grasped the Tang Blade, "Don't move, leave them to me."
Now, points were food, and she wanted to save up as many as possible.
Lu Chen agreed. Level 3 creatures couldn't hurt her, and the changes in her were indeed stronger than his.
