Kill Our Way Out!

"Stop."

On the city streets at midnight, Qing Chen grabbed Zhang Mengqian and came to a swift halt.

Zhang Mengqian held his breath. He could hear a rat horde marching ahead, only about twenty meters away.

White, withered bones lay scattered all over the road, piled one atop another.

Flowing blood had dyed the street red.

This was District 6, now completely occupied by the rats. The residents of District 5 had been almost entirely slaughtered. The rats carried their flesh and blood underground to feed the newborn pups of their colony.

What should have been a bustling, lively street was now deathly silent. Even the cries of agony had nearly vanished.

Everyone was dead.

Zhang Mengqian asked in a trembling voice, "Boss, who did this?"

Qing Chen sighed. "Kamishiro Corporation."

At that moment, Zhang Mengqian saw several tiny human skeletons. He slowly clenched his fists. "Boss, I want to kill every last one of Kamishiro Corporation's people. They don't care about anyone else's lives at all!"

Qing Chen said expressionlessly, "Then you need to become stronger."

He did not choose to massacre the rat horde, because there were simply too many rats.

Just as he and Zheng Yuandong had guessed, when you saw one cockroach in your home, it meant there were already hundreds breeding in the dark corners.

When you saw two or three thousand rats running aboveground in a city, there might already be two or three million in the dark sewers below.

It was a terrifying number. Even a demigod might be worked to death here without managing to wipe out the rat horde.

So Qing Chen could not act rashly. He had to wait quietly for the right opportunity, locate the Rat King, and then decapitate the command.

If the Rat King died, the rat