Lungmen? The Hungry Dragon Wants Claypot Rice / Stop Asking "How Are You"! Let's Eat Fish Balls~...

Just before he and FrostNova met up and left Chernobog, W suddenly appeared before him.

"Don't point that weapon at me. I'm only letting this slide because I'm in a good mood. Otherwise, you'd already be dead..." W lightly pushed aside his grenade launcher and swaggered over to stand before him.

Dragon Gate? Hungry Dragon Wants Claypot Rice

"I can give you a little piece of intel. I didn't know before, but Rhodes Island's commander should be that hooded man from their team from now on. If you ever find yourself in a bind, this could be a good way to break through it!"

Although W had not expected them to risk entering Chernobog to rescue Doctor, her anger had not faded. Whenever she thought about how much she had trusted him, only for it to result in Theresia's inexplicable death, how could a diehard fan like W possibly accept that?

Even if she could not act personally, setting up a little trap would do. If FrostNova could kill that damned bastard, all the better. If not, making him sick at least would still make her happy.

Just as Rhodes Island had discovered that the Reunion Movement's target was Dragon Gate, the Reunion Movement had likewise discovered that this organization, which claimed to "treat the infected," was actually their greatest stumbling block.

Whenever he thought of the Reunion Movement members he had seen dead in Chernobog, an inextinguishable fury rose in his chest.

They clearly claimed to "help the infected," yet they were so merciless toward their own "kind." In his eyes, Rhodes Island was nothing more than an organization that sold dog meat under a sheep's head.

Thinking of what they had done, he wanted to fire the grenade launcher in his hand straight into her forehead and vent