Perhaps it was because of the circle of Experimental Subjects surrounding them, or perhaps for some other reason, but Cheng Xun's men made no attempt to stop Su Bai. They simply watched as he reversed his grip on the long blade and held it against Cheng Xun's neck.
Perhaps these so-called subordinates were never truly obedient, and many even secretly hated Cheng Xun. That might have been why he treated them as reserve Experimental Subjects, too, ready to discard them at any moment without a second thought.
Little Cat, who had been nestled in Su Bai's arms all this time, had somehow returned to his shoulder. Dark red feline eyes stared at Cheng Xun, who was still raving across from them.
"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"
Looking at Cheng Xun, who remained lost in his frenzy despite the blade against his neck, Su Bai could not help wondering whether the man really was insane or still had some hidden trump card. After all, if Su Bai cut off Cheng Xun's head, neither Peng Zhen's ability to take damage for him nor his own ability to heal would do him any good, would they?
Su Bai did not like killing people, but after everything Cheng Xun had done, he hardly counted as human in Su Bai's eyes.
Tightening his grip on the rust-covered blade, Su Bai was just making up his mind when he caught something rushing toward him from behind on his right. Even without seeing it, he could hear the sharp whistle as it cut through the air.
Su Bai instinctively dodged aside, then saw that his attacker was another Experimental Subject, neither human nor ghost. These so-called Experimental Subjects had originally been ordinary Players of different genders, backgrounds, and ages, so even with their bodies covered in scales, subtle differences