Because of Tao Ju's sudden madness, the situation had abruptly entered a white-hot phase after the small boat ran aground.
At a time like this, no matter how unwilling Lang Jin and Wang Peilie were, they could hardly stay out of it. They could only rush forward and descend into a chaotic brawl with the security personnel.
As elite fighters ranked among the very best in actual combat at the East 725 District High-Energy Center, the two of them were more than capable in this situation. Not only did they swiftly take down the first wave of security personnel charging at them and seize their guns, they even had the leisure to exchange a few words.
"Is he a demon?" Wang Peilie whispered to Lang Jin.
Before, he had always felt terribly uncomfortable being managed by that office director. But now, even if he wanted that kind of "discomfort," he could not have it. After knocking out a security personnel member with a heavy punch, he could not help griping again.
"I was just wondering whether he joined some kind of Evil Cult."
Lang Jin glared at Wang Peilie but said nothing.
First, the security personnel had started firing, and bullets were whizzing past their ears. There was simply no opportunity to scold him. Second, Lang Jin himself was actually suspicious. Once he stopped treating Tang Li as a normal person, certain thoughts naturally began to grow.
An Evil Cult was indeed one possibility.
In this godforsaken world, hundreds of millions of people with no future and no hope desperately needed some unreal reason to comfort themselves. Moreover, under the rule of the Reclamation Corps, the various Local Tyrants generally found it difficult to exert strong control over this field.
Thus, large numbers of Evil Cults sprang up like mushrooms