Evil Dragon's group had taken care of Uluru's teammates.
As for Uluru himself, they had beaten him to a pulp and dragged him along the ground.
As they prepared to meet up with the Dragonkin, they discovered a fourth basement level.
"There's a prison down there, right?" Lin Li said.
Evil Dragon nodded. "Definitely. Santa Fe has plenty of guinea pigs."
"Then let's go rescue them." Lin Li went down and opened the cell doors.
Evil Dragon followed him down and said quietly, "Rescuing them won't do any good."
"Why?" Lin Li turned to the large group they had freed. "If you've got scores to settle, settle them. We've blown Santa Fe wide open. Hurry and run!"
But after he spoke, the hundred or so guinea pigs remained silent. Not one moved or said a word.
Lin Li frowned and shouted, "Go! Don't you want to escape?"
The men and women in prison uniforms were too afraid to step outside their cells. Even with powerful rebels having overrun Santa Fe, they didn't dare seize the chance to flee.
As for leaving with the rebels... put yourself in their shoes. No one would dare do it, and no one would believe they'd survive.
"Heh..." Alan was so angry he laughed.
Then his expression darkened. "They don't believe we can get out alive. They don't believe resisting will do any good."
Alan remembered that he had once been the same way.
He had even been proud to join the Illuminati, working himself to the bone in hopes of earning enough merit to become an Illuminati Assassin and stay alive.
"The doors are open. Whether you leave or stay is up to you," Evil Dragon said calmly.
He had known this would happen. What held them prisoner was not the cells but their