"But," Aoko's voice sounded calm to the point of coldness, "we can't simply 'release them into the wild' without dealing with them first. So leave this to us."
"...I'm sorry," Kuugo Ginjo apologized again. "Is there anything else we need to do?"
"Wait for now," Aoko said. "I need to 'take a look' first."
After saying that, Aoko walked over to the group of children who had been tied up hand and foot. Each of them...
Furious and with nowhere to vent it, she chose to go speed skating along the secluded road she often frequented.
"Let's go." Elder Wuyou led everyone onward. By then, Yin Yun had reached the foot of the great hall's steps. As he raised his leg to climb them, he felt the ground tremble.
President He was still wearing yesterday's clothes. His hair was a mess, stubble had appeared on his chin, his face was pale, and heavy fatigue hung between his brows... Could he have spent the entire night in his car on the roadside after leaving the company yesterday?
Horses were a common sight in the capital, but carriages this large were only used by certain great families when they traveled. Everyone was afraid of offending some important person, so they naturally moved aside.
None of them had expected such a well-known hospital to use fake medicine so shamelessly.
Several people in black robes could be seen in the village. They were missionaries and instructors from the Deep Church, responsible for spreading the faith and teaching the villagers how to deal with undead who had turned into living corpses.
Earlier, when Wes had gone to the guard regiment headquarters as a special liaison officer for the reconnaissance battalion, he had spoken with the regiment commander face-to-face. His preliminary reconnaissance report had given the