The four of them carried a head through the supermarket in front of the Gas Station.
There was barely any food left on the scattered shelves.
Chaotic shoeprints covered the ceramic floor, and quite a few dark-red bloodstains remained unwiped in the corners.
"Creaaak."
The Iron Gate had rusted somewhat after days of rain.
Behind the supermarket was probably the employees' rest area.
All that met their eyes was darkness.
As the Iron Gate was pushed open, a pungent stench of urine mixed with the rotting stink of feces rushed into their noses.
Liu ShiMing, bringing up the rear, instinctively pinched his nose and gagged.
The floor was covered in water stains, with discarded packaging bags and unidentified white sheaths scattered everywhere.
Perhaps the sound of the Iron Gate opening had disturbed the "people" inside.
"Clang-clang."
The Iron Chains rattled as someone struggled.
The room's windows had been covered with thick black cloth, leaving them unable to see their own hands.
"Brother Lin, what are we doing here?"
An JingTian had an ominous premonition in his heart and couldn't help asking Lin An, who was walking at the front.
He and Liu ShiMing were still ordinary Players. Without enhanced vision, they couldn't see what was inside the room.
"Click."
Lin An didn't answer. He simply and calmly lit the lighter in his hand, and its wavering flame instantly illuminated the dim room.
What was this!?
"Ugh!"
Liu ShiMing's face went deathly pale. After seeing the scene before him, he couldn't help gagging and had to brace himself against the doorframe to stand.
An JingTian's breathing grew heavy, and he staggered backward.
"Those damned beasts!"
Once he came to his senses, An JingTian's furious voice rang through the entire room. His face was livid, his fists clenched tight, and his entire