The jazz music echoing in the air has come to an end. The underground bar is dirty and chaotic, bloodstained, and a headless corpse is lying on its side on the ground, a stench and the smell of blood overwhelming the senses.
Xia Pingzhou slowly turns his head, his eyes looking at three children in hospital gowns on the Somersault Cloud.
Behind them, a pixelated door slowly closes, isolating the crumbling "Jurassic World" behind it, meaning they've lost their retreat.
"Another batch of little brats?" Jack raises his eyebrows.
She lifts her eyes, glancing at their hospital gowns and metal collars, immediately realizing these three are with those children in hospital gowns.
The white-haired girl pauses slightly, opening her eyes wide, her eyelids trembling as she looks at Sun Changkong.
As if she'd seen hope.
Ji Minghuan also meets Sun Changkong's gaze.
Ayase Origami steps in front of Xia Pingzhou, raising her kimono sleeve and gently pushing him backward.
