The attitude of the God Bless Army, the cleaners, the purifiers, and the 'photon troops' proved Yun Haixin's assumption.
The medical center had been packed with people. But when they arrived, everyone made way for them tacitly and even lowered their heads, not daring to meet their eyes.
It was as if meeting their eyes was enough to infect the puppet king's deadly virus.
The yaksha team had been used to such attitudes for a long time. But today, it was obvious that they were much more distant than before.
The deeper they went into the hospital, the fewer soldiers of the God Bless Army and the Photon Army there were. The few of them covered themselves with helmets and plate armor that were as smooth as mirrors.
Their faces were blocked by the helmets. When the members of the yaksha squad looked at them, they could only see their own faces in the mirror of the helmets.
