He leaned against the rusty door frame with one hand, pointed outside with the other, panting heavily, as if a rag was stuck in his throat.
"No...no good! Ming!" Old Ma's hoarse voice was trembling with tears, his eyes wide open, and beads of sweat rolled down his dirty forehead. "Lin...Lin Shuang, that woman, has gone mad! She...she's gathering all the troops, and judging by the way she's doing it, she's going to turn the entire wasteland upside down! She's going to...go to war!"
The air seemed to freeze in that instant, and the warmth that had just risen from saving Liu Feng was instantly washed away by the sudden cold.
Just as Brother Mouse was about to say something, Old Ma's next words shut him up.
"And...and I heard rumors that she seems to have...seems to have gotten her hands on some kind of 'new weapon'! I don't know exactly what it is, but the rumors are incredibly powerful, saying it's extremely dangerous!"
"A new type of weapon?" The warmth that had just faded from Lu Zhaoming's eyes vanished completely, replaced by a bottomless, icy glint.
He slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, making a soft "click" sound that sounded particularly eerie in the deathly silent, abandoned operating room.
A cold, roguish smile curled at the corner of his lips. It wasn't a smile; it was more like a wild beast baring its fangs. His voice wasn't loud, but it was sharp as ice, carrying a cynical ruthlessness: "Heh, you've laid all your cards on the table? Want to play for high stakes?"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the weakened Liu Feng, then at the terrified Xiao Hu and the nervous Brother Mouse, before finally settling on Old Ma. His tone was resolute, carrying an unquestionable determination:
"Alright. Then... let's play along to the end."
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