The day after Zhang Yang led his team away, muffled groans rang out from deep within the mountain cave in the abandoned camp—the cave that had originally been used as the first-floor warehouse. After a long while, there came a rustling sound, as if something were scraping against something else.
"Ptooey!"
Someone spat a thick gob of phlegm from his mouth, as though it carried boundless malice.
Not long after, the beam of a flashlight lit up. Under its glow, many refugees lay scattered across the cave floor. Their hands and feet had all been bound with tough leather cords, and rags had been stuffed into their mouths. Their faces were ugly with rage, their furious gazes seeming capable of setting a volcano ablaze.
"Liu Hui, are you all right?"
The first to break free was a burly man. He quickly undid the bindings of a refugee who looked like a peasant girl and asked worriedly at the same time.
"Ptooey, I'm fine. Hurry and help everyone get loose. That bastard actually tied us up for ten whole days. If these weren't digitized bodies, the blood clots alone would have been enough to warrant amputation."
The peasant girl cursed viciously, showing just how stifled she had been.
Soon, after everyone had been freed, the cave erupted in a chorus of curses. They were a fully staffed Antivirus Hunter squad, yet before the battle had even begun, they had all been knocked flat and thrown into this cave, bound like pigs and sheep for ten days and ten nights. This humiliation and hatred could not be washed away even by draining the waters of three rivers.
"Captain, I request advanced intervention! That was definitely an A-rank-threat virus—and it's utterly deranged, completely perverted!" someone shouted furiously.
"Prepare for battle. Form four combat