The smell of disinfectant here was clearly much stronger than on the other floors.
Before they had even stepped out of the elevator, they could already smell that distinctive scent of disinfectant.
Huiting clearly knew about this, but even she was overwhelmed by the strong smell. She leaned back slightly and covered her nose.
"No matter how many times I smell it, I still can't get used to this scent... Um, I mean, aren't you here to seek treatment? Why are you treating the supervisor like this?"
Cold sweat poured down the supervisor's back.
Oh, you silly girl, this was obviously not someone seeking treatment. Would someone seeking treatment hold a sword to another person's throat?
"Could you please not resort to violence? Can't we talk this out?"
Huiting's terminal illness had been cured by Vast Source Corporation, and they had not charged her a single cent. Her goodwill and gratitude toward Vast Source Corporation had already reached the maximum.
Therefore, she did not think the person before her had come seeking revenge. Either there was some misunderstanding, or this person was simply a bad guy.
As for Vast Source Corporation doing anything wrong?
One Kill had the supervisor continue leading the way.
The entire seventeenth floor was filled with laboratories. They seemed to be used for researching medicines and such, and there were treatment rooms as well.
Strangely, there were very few people here.
One Kill slowly raised his head.
The surveillance camera above them glowed red. Though nothing seemed to have changed, One Kill could sense that someone was watching everything through it.
His actions had already been discovered.
One Kill was not the slightest bit flustered. On the contrary, he hoped as many people as possible would see this—ideally, every key figure.
So One Kill made no