Twenty-three people.
Yu Liang quickly counted the number of rabbit men here.
"Did the Night Running Group recruit new members? Without paying team fees?"
Li Huazhao nervously stammered.
But this joke was not funny, only deathly silence greeted him here.
In the shadows stood a group, dozens of blood-red eyes flickering weakly in the darkness.
There was still no movement from the rabbit-men formation, simply staring at Li Huazhao who stood before them, blood dripping slowly from the hammer or axe in his hand, echoing far in the quiet, open, underground mall.
Li Huazhao was certain that he had not seen these imitation rabbits in any of the shops they passed by after getting off the elevator, so where did these extra rabbit men come from?
They suddenly joined the group, and he remembered not encountering any other creatures along this route, so where did the blood on these rabbit-men's weapons come from?
These uncertainties made him uncomfortable.
