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"Who are you? Get out of here now!" roared Dean Jin, his imposing figure radiating authority.
"The head of security told me to come straight in." Ji Yun, who was wearing a mask, shifted the blame onto that unpleasant head of security without hesitation.
As he spoke, Ji Yun also glanced around and noticed that Dean Jin's office was well-stocked with supplies, even a fresh fruit basket!
While others suffered, he indulged in luxury; perhaps the apocalyptic atmosphere even heightened their pleasures.
Or had those female subordinates who had previously refused to compromise with the sleazy Dean finally chosen his warm and safe den of iniquity for survival?
With the virus rampaging and many doomed to die from the strange illness soon, was he there creating new life with a female administrator to replenish the population of Lan City??
Looking at Dean Jin's arrogant and domineering face, Ji Yun felt an overwhelming urge to hit him with a cane!
