"Quickly, kill them! Kill them all!"

Watching Bai Xizhu and the others flee, Wang Ge clutched his bloodied arm, his body radiating a fierce aura.

His eyes were practically spitting fire as he stared intently at the base commander's retreating figure.

"My dear son, why did you run out of the lab and provoke such a powerful person? Didn't I tell you not to come out lately?"

Dean Wang glanced at the group's retreating figures but did not order his men or the zombies to chase after them.

Her slightly plump body moved slowly as she walked, her expression indifferent as she half-squatted on the ground, looking into Wang Ge's gloomy eyes.

His face showed no emotion, as if the man who had lost an arm was not his son.

"I'm telling you, kill them!"

Wang Ge did not answer Dean Wang's question. He casually ripped off the Sun Wukong mask from his face and threw it on the ground, his face contorted in pain.

Sun Wukong's mask was still stained with red blood, and he lay quietly on the charred ground.

Under the dim moonlight, it looked somewhat lonely.

"Son, don't you clearly understand your own place in the world yet?"

Dean Wang pulled a wad of gauze from his white coat and threw it at Wang Ge, his voice icy.

"Even if your father is just an ordinary person with no special abilities, he is still the controller of the True God Research Institute. If you want to be the accuser of the True God Research Institute, you'll have to wait until I'm dead! Otherwise, you can never order me around! You can only obey me unconditionally!"

Dean Wang's words revealed an undisguised air of superiority, showing that he did not treat Wang Ge as his son at all.

They only treated him as a subordinate, an important test subject.

Upon hearing Dean Wang's words, Wang Ge clenched his only hand tightly, a faint green light flickering within it.

Wang Ge knew he couldn't kill him.

Although Dean Wang appeared to be alone, he was actually protected by several high-level zombies and high-level superhumans lurking in the shadows. If he dared to make a move, he would die.

Even if he is Dean Wang's son.

That's why he thought of finding someone outside the True God Research Institute to help him kill Dean Wang.

Unexpectedly, I failed.

"Why don't you kill them!"

Wang Ge ultimately didn't make a move, his eyes fixed on his empty arm. "I was injured by the base commander while on a mission, why can't I kill them!"

This is just a pretext. The so-called mission is just a smokescreen. On the surface, it's about arresting the Bai family, but in reality, it's about winning over the base leader.

"Heh, don't you understand? If I hadn't brought them here, you would be dead today!" Dean Wang sneered. "What you saw were only three high-level ability users. There's actually another hidden entity that you can't see. Chasing after them will only result in mutual destruction!"

"It's him!"

Wang Ge suddenly slammed his only hand down on the Sun Wukong mask on the ground, causing it to dent and become grotesque.

He immediately thought of Zhang Yiming, the zombie king who was much better at controlling zombies than him.

That's right, what their True God Research Institute is so proud of is its ability to control zombies.

But in the end, it couldn't compare to Zhang Yiming's control!

"Let's go! We'll go back and get your arm reattached!"

Dean Wang stood up, waved his hand, and then walked in one direction.

He didn't look back at Wang Ge again.

For him, it was enough that Wang Ge was alive, because the crystal core in his brain was something he had spent a lot of effort installing.

It is the legacy of their Hua Tuo lineage, and they absolutely cannot die.

Wang Ge glanced at Dean Wang with a gloomy expression, then let the person in the white coat carry him on his back.

Captain Zhu glanced calmly at his wounds, hesitated for a moment, and then caught up with the Wang family father and son.

Not all the zombies followed the Wang family father and son. A large number of the zombies suddenly became dazed and confused, looking no different from ordinary zombies.

They looked like ordinary zombies, but they didn't lick Wang Ge's blood on the ground.

Instead, they fearfully avoided Wang Ge's blood and the monkey mask, wandering aimlessly.

Wandering, and under surveillance.

The remaining people and zombies left with Wang Ge and his son. They didn't speak; the dozen or so people walked together with the zombies, and only their footsteps could be heard.

Depressed and lonely.

――

Leng Yebai carried the base commander on his back and dragged Bai Xizhu along, running all the way to the safe base.

The walls that had just collapsed in the safe base have been rebuilt by earth-elemental ability users, and they look quite sturdy.

There were more patrols, and as soon as Leng Yebai and his group approached the gate, someone came over and opened it for them.

"It's the base commander! Is the base commander alright?"

The gatekeeper was Song Hongfei, who rushed over as soon as he saw the base commander leaning on Leng Yebai's shoulder.

"It's nothing! He just drank too much!"

Leng Yebai left after saying just one sentence.

Song Hongfei: ?

Song Hongfei wanted to run over and ask, but thinking about the unusual nature of tonight, he remained vigilant and kept watch at the door.

They were afraid that something unexpected might happen.

Leng Yebai tried to throw the base chief off, but the base chief kept wrapping his arms around Leng Yebai's neck and refused to get down.

Leng Yebai and Bai Xizhu could only escort the base chief back to his villa.

"Get down!"

Leng Yebai's face was somewhat dark.

I carried it all the way; it was really heavy.

The base commander didn't speak, but Leng Yebai could feel the base commander's body trembling slightly on his back.

"Base Commander, we're home." Bai Xizhu looked at the base commander.

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