A corpse was hanging on the wall. Its head had exploded as if it had been glued to the wall.
The other corpse looked like it was sitting in the corner with its head lowered. Its chest was shriveled, and its thickness was basically no different from a thin piece of paper.
"Brother Bai!"
"Brother Bai!"
She heard messy footsteps behind her.
Skinny Monkey, who was running in front, rushed over with Wang Qiang and the others, who were holding small-caliber weapons.
The Federation did not prohibit guns.
If they wanted to ban guns, the Federation Rifle Association would be the first to refuse.
Wang Qiang and the others looked at the two dead bodies. Then, their concerned gazes landed on Xu Bai and Su Meng, who was still hugging Xu Bai and crying.
"Brother Bai, Mengmeng, are you alright?"
"That's right, Brother Bai. Should we call an ambulance?"
"You don't have to."
