At that moment, Gu Jianlin's feelings were inexplicably complicated.
Even he had not had a very good first impression of the so-called Fallen.
Whether it had been Li Changzhi back then, Joker later on,
or the people from the Grave Diggers organization, without exception, all of them had been seriously mentally unstable. Violence and bloodlust were their trademarks—madmen consumed by desire, as brutal as wild beasts.
It had never made him think about the Fallen themselves.
In comparison, Cheng Youyu was even more shocked and bewildered. The family education he had received since childhood, along with the influence he had absorbed since joining the Ether Association, had taught him that the Fallen were symbols of evil and extremely dangerous.
Yet in this shelter, what they felt was pure, unadulterated kindness.
The reason they did not suspect a conspiracy was simple.
Aside from the fact that Lu Zicheng would not set people up,
just look at the state this bunch was in.
What could they possibly want from you?
"Big brother, let your companions... out first."
Wanwan said softly, "We can't detoxify them right now, but they need proper rest. Otherwise, they might be tormented by nightmares in the middle of the night and be left with some aftereffects."
Gu Jianlin paused. "All right. Thank you."
Cheng Youyu still had some strength left and hurriedly helped him release their two unconscious teammates.
Wanwan trotted over and opened the door to a room.
It was unexpectedly a somewhat tidy room, with two relatively comfortable beds fitted with mattresses.
There was also a small fan connected to a portable power station.
Nie Xiangsi and Zhang Cheng were placed on the beds to the left and right respectively. Their faces were covered in cold sweat, their brows tightly furrowed.
They seemed to be having