Several people ran out of the woods one after another. Zhuo Wangsun moved to Xu Huo's side and lowered his voice. "Looks like they haven't completely regressed."
Xu Huo glanced at him, but the Player in front of them said, "You'd better not let your sympathy run wild and get mixed up with Aliens. He can still talk now, but who knows when he'll change? If he hurts an innocent person, you'll be the one to blame!"
"Have you people no Human Nature at all?" Zhuo Wangsun snapped. "Being infected doesn't mean someone will definitely turn into an Alien. If you kill everyone you see, aren't you afraid you'll kill the wrong person?!"
"Better to kill the wrong one than let one go!" The Player was utterly unyielding. "How many people have died in Clown City because of Aliens? If I let you go, and one day you become an Alien and kill someone, are you saying they deserved to die?"
Zhuo Wangsun laughed in anger. "By your logic, you're the ones who deserve to die!"
The people who had come out from the other side seized the two injured men and called over to Xu Huo's group, "Brother, those heads can earn you a pile of White Cash. Why make things difficult for yourself? How about we join forces, kill the Aliens behind you, and give you a share?"
Zhuo Wangsun stared at them in shock, but Xu Huo stopped him. "They're not talking to you. They're talking to me."
"Have you noticed? Apart from Master Tu and the two injured people in front, they're treating you and everyone else as Aliens, too."
"How is that possible?" Zhuo Wangsun said. "I'm not injured or infected. They say I'm an Alien, but I think they're the Aliens!"
"Exactly." Xu Huo