"I guarantee the completion of the task," Jing Youlan nodded excitedly, then turned around with two people; soon, she brought those disheartened so-called research personnel here. When they saw the woman lying on the ground, gasping for breath, their trembling worsened.
These people were not warriors, nor were they fearless of death, so in their eyes, in their hearts, there was no such thing as seppuku or dying for one's country.
Apart from what was right in front of them, these people were mere waste, those useless borer insects. Mu Lin couldn't even be bothered to give them a glance, and they were taken away by Ying Sun's men.
Next moment, a burst of cheering erupted, cries of joy, thanks, relief of escaping death filled the entire room.
Mu Lin and Jing Chen exchanged glances, then looked at the pale little face in his arms, without a word.
These people were a bit luckier than this child.
