"It's over... Your arrogance ends here!"
Zi snorted coldly, aware that a sniper from the Cybernet division had made a move.
"Is it... finally over?"
Cheng Feng struggled to his feet, spitting blood. He looked around at the half of the conference hall that had been turned into ruins, at the casualties, screams, calls for medics, and members and trainers filming with their phones. He felt like throwing up again.
Would insurance cover this loss?
"Well done, move in, manage the crowd's emotions, notify the public relations department to get ready..."
Zi spoke into her Bluetooth earpiece when she suddenly froze.
In front of her, a bloody figure wobbled to their feet. It was Parcy!
On his injured neck, where a chunk had been blown off by an explosion, a grotesque swelling was manifesting into features.
"What... a monster!"
Wang Chaoqun exclaimed.
This extraordinary vitality was not something a Professional should possess.
