Admit Defeat

At Nandu Base's research institute, the buildings burned pitch-black no longer resembled their original state. The air was filled with the devastation left behind by the blaze. Since the first floor of the institute had previously been used for large-scale zombie dissections, Shangguan Rong could smell the foul stench of burned zombie corpses the moment he approached.

"General, a mask." Seeing Shangguan Rong arrive, Murong Luocheng immediately offered him protective gear.

Shangguan Rong was frantic. How could he care about such trivialities now? He stepped straight through the entrance. The interior was pitch-black, and the people guiding him hurriedly surrounded him, feeling their way forward with extreme caution.

"Why are you moving so slowly? What good are you?!" Shangguan Rong had a fiery temper. At this moment, he completely disregarded safety, snatched away a flashlight, and took the lead.

No one around him dared make a sound. They hurriedly followed.

After weaving through a series of labyrinthine rooms, Shangguan Rong ignored the horrific burn damage around him and headed directly for the fingerprint-locked door at the very back.

"This is it?" Standing before the door whose glass had been scorched black, Shangguan Rong could barely suppress the fury of having been thoroughly played.

The people conducting research within his base had actually been pulling tricks right under his nose?!

"Yes." Murong Luocheng nodded gravely and pointed at the door. "This door was destroyed by the fire. The fingerprint lock has been completely ruined. Do we go in now?"

"Go!" Shangguan Rong practically ground the word out through clenched teeth.

Whoosh!

The door that had trapped Chu Han for an entire night was easily pulled open before Shangguan Rong. A gust of heavily damp air rushed at them, filling their nostrils with the earthy smell of moisture.

Shangguan Rong's eyes narrowed