Looking at the fresh blood around the ghoul's mouth, Li Meilian shuddered involuntarily, reaching for Tang Zheng's sleeve.
With precise shots, Tang Zheng and Old Gao killed the ghouls crawling on the two female models. But it was too late for them. They lay on the ground, their pupils dilated, their limbs twitching neurotically, warm blood flowing from their necks.
The other female models had managed to escape and immediately, the teenage soldiers sealed the gap and began shooting.
"Bastards, get up all of you." Tang Zheng put away his rifle and briskly walked towards the group of gasping female models. He roughly pulled Liu Qian up by her collar and without a word, he slapped her. Then he hit the next one.
The clear sound of his slaps even overshadowed the gunshots. The female models kept silent. Han Mei tried to dodge but ended up getting hit harder, her mouth immediately swelling up.
