"Who has anything to eat?"
Zhao Huaian heard someone say that from behind him and turned around. The middle-aged man sitting behind him had stood up, his mouth repeatedly making swallowing motions.
He and everyone else in the vehicle had boarded this passenger bus in the Old City after it was assigned by the Security Department, and they were now evacuating the Old City.
Therefore, regardless of their status, everyone in the vehicle was a resident of the Old City.
Zhao Huaian was born in the Old City and felt a special connection to its people. Seeing that the man was looking for food, he turned to his subordinates.
"Does anyone have anything to eat?"
Manager Chen, a middle-aged, portly man from the Procurement Office, stood up, pulled a packet of biscuits from his pocket, and handed it to Zhao Huaian.
Zhao Huaian took it and gave it to the middle-aged man behind him. "Here, brother. Make do with this for now. Once we leave the Undercity, there should be food."
The middle-aged man's eyes rolled, his pupils gradually shrinking into horizontal rectangular slits, reflecting Zhao Huaian's figure.
"Thank you."
He spoke.
Suddenly, he lunged forward and bit down, sinking his teeth into Zhao Huaian's neck. He jerked his head back and tore away a large chunk of flesh.
Hot blood immediately sprayed from Zhao Huaian's neck, splashing onto the face of a manager beside him and instantly dyeing it red.
The bus fell silent. A moment later, Manager Chen began screaming, her voice like that of a young girl cornered by a gang of burly men.
The middle-aged man's entire body was trembling now. Oily black hair kept sprouting from him, while huge, curved horns like those of a bighorn sheep grew from his head.
In the blink of