In a heavy vehicle that looked like a bus but was equipped with armor, Tang Zhen's eyes were tightly closed as he sat on the chair without saying a word.
No one dared to disturb his rest. Just the terrifying aura he exuded made people subconsciously choose to stay away.
Beside Tang Zhen was the middle-aged man who had been rescued. Although he had just been captured for a few days, one of his arms had been modified beyond recognition. It looked like an octopus's tentacle and was covered with squirming tentacles.
The middle-aged man was helpless against his disgusting-looking arm. From time to time, he would discuss with his team members if they should find someone to replace it with a mechanical arm.
Although the mechanical arm was not as flexible as the tentacle, at least it did not look disgusting.
