Lu Sheng sensed a chaotic, greedy aura emanating from them.
He strode forward, and the disciples of Nine Lives Hall followed behind him.
These members, who normally feared neither heaven nor earth, had gone pale at the sight.
With no idea how likely this virus was to spread, anyone would worry about becoming infected.
With a crack, Lu Sheng opened the door and had barely stepped outside when a passerby lunged at him head-on.
He was a young office worker. His shirt had been bitten and torn into ragged strips, exposing the disgusting gray-black body beneath, already beginning to rot.
The instant he pounced, a disciple in front of Lu Sheng lashed out with a kick.
Bang!
The man flew sideways and slammed into the stone pillar at the hospital entrance. His spine snapped on the spot, leaving him unable to move.
"It can still move!?" one disciple cried out in shock.
Everyone looked over to see that although the man's spine had been broken, he was still writhing and struggling on the ground, trying to crawl toward them.
"Has this really turned into a biohazard crisis?" Lu Sheng's heart sank. His first thought was of Uncle.
"Leave this place. On foot!" he said in a low voice, striding along the sidewalk toward headquarters.
"I'll contact the Police Department and the military district right away. They should be able to gather people quickly and suppress this."
Wei Zhenyu spoke briefly.
"No rush. First gather the Nine Lives Hall disciples who are still intact, concentrate the survivors, establish a fortress, and isolate the infected." Lu Sheng issued orders swiftly.
There were around a dozen disciples following behind him, all of whom had just withdrawn from the hospital. Seeing the entire city plunged into complete chaos, their first thoughts were not of