Fifteen deformed humans.
Li Huazhao counted the number of these aberrations, stepped forward, and pulled out the bone-stinger long knife from his arm guard.
These deformed humans were not dead, but in a form of hibernation.
"You're going to kill them?" Lu Baoshen, slower on the uptake, suddenly guessed what Li Huazhao was about to do.
"They were already dead," Li Huazhao's response was indifferent, seemingly consoling, "Don't worry, I won't let them feel any pain."
Living within a civilization of flesh and blood requires thinking from the worldview of this same civilization, otherwise, you'd eventually take the wrong path.
Deformed humans and egg-born humans are both tools, and one tool has no mercy for another.
No matter if he was a player, no matter what he wanted to do with the deformed humans, these deformed humans were bound for death, wouldn't even be awakened before entering the circuit recesses.
After all...
Would you care about the life of a battery?
