Lisa smiled faintly at Yang Weite's words, her face twisting into a complicated, indescribable expression. "We're doing it to survive too."
Yang Weite froze. Although she had repeated his words, he could still sense that what she meant was not the same as what he had meant.
While he was still stunned, the woman silently took out a syringe and plunged it into his arm.
"You shameless liar, you tricked me and launched a sneak attack..."
Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed.
Before losing consciousness, Yang Weite was filled with regret.
He had originally had two personal bodyguards and Handy Teacher with him, but he loathed his origins in the Civilization world and did not want the people here to discover that he was different, so he had sent them all away.
Lisa looked at the unconscious Yang Weite and took out a capsule.
She threw it onto the ground. The capsule expanded, enveloped Yang Weite, then vanished and reverted to a capsule.
This was neither Wasteland technology nor technology from the Civilization world.
It was magic.
"What exactly made Prophet say that he carried hope for avoiding destruction?"
With that, the woman picked up the capsule, calmly left the room, and departed.
Wenren Sheng had witnessed the entire scene.
What exactly was that woman planning? She had suddenly captured someone he thought highly of.
Just as he was wondering, Little Illusion flashed into existence above his head.
"Bad, bad, this is bad!" She grabbed Wenren Sheng's hair and shouted loudly.
"What now?" Wenren Sheng asked with a headache.
"The world is going to be destroyed! I can smell the scent of this world's destruction." Little Illusion wore a terrified expression.
"I know, I know. Get down from my head first. Be careful not to break my precious