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Of course, it was Yang Hao. Terror had consumed him, and Lin Dong had deliberately told his underlings not to kill him, thinking he might still be of some use.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Yang Hao raised his head tremblingly and saw Lin Dong's cold face.

Behind him stood Tank, Little Eight, and Doctor, all radiating savage ferocity.

Warm wetness spread through Yang Hao's pants. He had pissed himself again from fright.

"Don't kill me. Spare my life. I... I can cooperate with you."

"Cooperate?"

Lin Dong raised a brow, somewhat curious.

Yang Hao explained in a trembling voice.

"I... I know many of Tech Company's secrets. As long as you spare me, I can tell you all of them!"

"Fine. Then tell me."

Lin Dong studied him with interest.

Gulp!

Yang Hao's lips were dry. He instinctively swallowed.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out another cigarette, and shakily brought it to his lips.

But just like last time, the lighter simply would not ignite. His hand refused to obey him. After several attempts, it finally clicked, and a tiny flame sprang up.

Whoosh!

Lin Dong casually blew it out again...

"No smoking in public places."

Yang Hao was speechless, but he forced himself to calm down and spoke.

"Tech Company plans to cultivate zombies."

"I know that already."

"Mm."

Yang Hao nodded and continued, "The Z Virus you obtained last time was only the first stage. It enhanced cellular activity and accelerated reaction speed."

"The experiment actually has a second stage: the Q Virus. It can improve a zombie's bones."

As Ye Jian's assistant and a member of management, Yang Hao indeed knew more than the others.

Lin Dong found this information quite useful.

"Where is the Q Virus?"

"At the company headquarters. It will be transported here in