Mei Houdiao's injuries were serious, though none of the knife wounds had struck a vital spot. The two blows from the young man's steel pipe had done the real damage.
He had a concussion and a brain hemorrhage. Without a qualified doctor to give him emergency treatment, he would certainly die.
But after he drank the potion Nameless gave him, the bleeding stopped, and white fur began to grow across his skin.
His wounds healed in moments.
Then his body began to burn with a heat unlike anything he had ever felt. Yet it didn't hurt. It felt strangely comfortable.
"What's... happening to me?" he asked Nameless.
Nameless took out a mirror and smiled. "You're... turning into a monster, of course."
In the mirror, Mei Houdiao's body had swollen enormously. Even his loose clothes had burst at the seams. His face was covered in fur like a monkey's, and his teeth had grown sharp.
He looked like the legendary Bigfoot Snowman.
Nameless stood up and smiled. "All right. Now it's time for your performance."
With that, he leaped onto the terminal's highest rooftop, and his body swiftly turned invisible.
In fact, he had been watching this group of survivors all along. Apart from Mei Houdiao, the others were selfish people who would steal or sell themselves to get what they wanted.
Through his Bioforce Field, Nameless knew their minds were teeming with thoughts. They stayed close to Mei Houdiao only to use his integrity as a shield, not because they shared his principles.
The survivors who had led the insects to Terminal Camp were the clearest example. Faced with death, they had promptly diverted disaster onto others without a thought for what might happen to the people there.
Leng Song and his companions were villains through and through. The fleeing