A scream echoed.
Looking at the survivors scrambling around like wildlings, Lin An instantly realized that they had probably never seen an awakened one before.
To them, the way he and Bear Dunce had smashed through the door was probably no different from a monster's attack. It had been far too shocking.
After slightly furrowing his brow, he simply released his aura. In an instant, like an overlord crushing those beneath him, the coercive pressure from a Third Order lifeform spread outward, directly forcing the screaming crowd to collapse limply onto the ground.
He couldn't be bothered with pointless words.
In front of the stiffened crowd, Lin An walked straight toward the middle-aged man standing at the front with a gun in his hand.
He looked him up and down, bent slightly forward, and spoke calmly a second later:
"I ask, you answer."
His tone brooked no objection.
The thirty-three survivors before him were filthy and disheveled.
At a glance, emptied cans and garbage bags were piled in a corner not far away. Everyone's face was sallow, their lips cracked, and the air was thick with the stench of urine and feces.
Everything showed that life had not been kind to this group of survivors.
Hearing Lin An's emotionless questions, the director, who had only just regained his senses and had been full of questions, was suddenly like an old duck being gripped by the neck. He forcefully swallowed the words at the tip of his tongue and could only nod stiffly.
His face fell into a bitter grimace. The sudden arrival of Lin An and Bear Dunce had given them far too great a fright.
"How many people are at the institute? What kind of people are they? Are you their leader?"
Under the pressure of Lin An's aura,