Feeling around inside his clothes for the syringes, Shen Feng selected one and calmly jabbed it through his pants into his thigh, injecting half the virus. A faint smile remained on his face as he said, "How should we talk? In the hospital, or should we find a café or bun shop and sit down? Or do your tastes differ from mine? Do you prefer tea?"
Destroyer waved a hand. Thick tentacles extended from the Transit Tower, intertwining into the shape of a road and stretching out before Shen Feng.
Shen Feng stepped onto the "road" made of blood vessels, muscles, and bones, walking toward his darkened self.
"Mr. Shen..." Leises and Colin hurriedly reached out and called after Shen Feng.
They had been utterly terrified by this bizarre scene and had come to regard Shen Feng as their last lifeline. Seeing him leave now, they nearly fell into despair at once.
Shen Feng smiled faintly and waved to them. "It's fine. Don't worry."
Then he turned to Destroyer and said, "The two of them are friends of mine. Could you let them go?"
Destroyer gave Shen Feng a long look and said, "You are me, and I am you. Naturally, you know I don't care about two insignificant people like them."
As he spoke, the zombies that had been about to pour into the laboratory receded like a tide. However, the entire hospital remained wrapped in the Transit Tower.
Shen Feng nodded. "Thanks. But perhaps we used to be alike. That may not be true anymore."
As he spoke, he arrived at a protruding platform in the center of the Transit Tower.
The face of Destroyer within the Transit Tower, identical to his own, began to writhe.
Then a crack split open in the Transit Tower, and a new