The Monitoring Room's door was locked.
Three arrows struck the Doctor's body.
In such circumstances, the sickly woman skilled in Potion Crafting suddenly burst into laughter:
"Ha ha ha! I secretly spoke with the Doctor earlier. We estimated there was only a 13% chance that you were killers... Who would've thought your acting was so convincing? You really were killers in disguise, and you even had a way to avoid being recognized by zombies.
Were you professional con artists before coming here?
Still, the trap you set was truly pathetic... You went to such lengths to deceive us and even paid the price of being injected with a slow-acting poison.
You did everything possible to lure us here just to fire a few insignificant arrows?"
Han Dong, who had shut the door, replied coldly:
"If we had set up more traps, wouldn't you have noticed them beforehand?
Besides, we only wanted to lure you here. Being able to hit you with three arrows in advance was already quite good."
"You should worry more about yourself... I have a way to directly activate the slow-acting poison inside you."
The moment she finished speaking.
Whoosh! A needle coated with a potion shot out. Han Dong seemed unable to dodge in time and could only block it with his right arm.
The needle injected the potion into Han Dong's arm... The potion activated.
"The poison has been activated. Your flesh will soon dissolve into holes of various sizes, but your brain functions will remain until the very end... You'll watch helplessly as your body rots like an insect nest and die in despair."
Veins bulged across Han Dong's face. His flesh seemed to have begun rotting as pain spread through him.
"Ha ha ha! Can you feel it now?
Killers like you who