"Boom, boom, boom..."
The heavy door slowly opened. Under the threat of firearms, Ji Wanwan and her companion entered the Corpse Refining Factory. A familiar rancid smell assaulted their senses, and the zombies' howling also became clear at this moment.
Another roar sounded, the gate slowly closed, and the sound of it locking echoed through the air.
The hallway fell into darkness, lit only by the flickering light from the wall lamps.
Lin Changhe watched Ji Wanwan and her companion as if enjoying a show.
When he realized that the two were calm and composed, showing no sign of panic, Lin Changhe found himself unable to unleash the mockery that had almost escaped his lips.
Angered and embarrassed, he spat fiercely, unable to hide his tyrannical nature anymore, "Damn it, why the pretense! I've never seen anyone enter here without being scared!"
Ji Wanwan felt like laughing.
Is this it?
