Everyone turned around and saw an old man walking over with an electric saw in his hand.
Behind her, the black meat tendrils had either been cut into pieces by her or had wriggled back into the abyss. Number Five's head poked out from the brawny man's left shoulder, and her delicate and thin face seemed to be splashed with some blood from God knows where. At this time, she looked slightly excited, as if she had just taken a bath and had a massage.
At this moment, she deliberately put on a stern face and looked down at Lu Xin and the others from a height that was a head taller than everyone else. With the air of a big sister, she said coldly, " number nine, it's never you who needs our help. It's US who need your help to escape from the laboratory. So, you don't have to look like you're begging them and giving them benefits ...
"Number five ..."
Lu Xin heaved a deep sigh and lowered his watch-wearing hand as he looked at number five.
