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In the distance, a trembling figure approached with an unsteady gait, clutching a medicine bag, his clothes somewhat tattered.

“Lin Feng!”
“Feng!”
“Junior brother!”
“Lin!”

Several people called out in unison to the approaching Lin Feng.

“I’ll go and deliver this medicine to Youhuai,” said Lin Feng as he walked over to the elevator and pressed the button.

“Feng, say something. Where did the blonde man go… pfft, ugh,” Song Zhe began to ask, but was interrupted as a doctor slapped his mouth shut.

“You did your best, right?” the doctor sighed, speaking to Lin Feng, who stood with his back to the crowd.

Lin Feng nodded, then shook his head, his expression a mix of disorientation and confusion.

The doctor looked startled.

“Hao Jian, Song Zhe, accompany Lin Feng upstairs,” the doctor decided after a moment’s thought, addressing the two men. “Sometimes, only boys can persuade other boys. I hope this will help Lin Feng realize that his capabilities are limited and that he shouldn’t always risk his life by putting himself in danger.”

Hao Jian and Song Zhe nodded and followed Lin Feng into the elevator.

“Junior brother, what happened?” Once in the elevator, Hao Jian hesitated before asking, looking at Lin Feng’s dejected silhouette. Without the girls around, their conversation seemed more casual.

“The army… I don’t know if they were the real army. They attacked us. I don’t know why they didn’t kill me. Uncle died, shot in the head… I was powerless. They… they shot at me, and then, for some reason, I woke up on the floor of the pharmacy. I must have been checked for something.”

Before Hao Jian and Song Zhe could stop him, Lin Feng unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a burn scar over his heart.

A symbol(正)?
(TL: Could be translated as “Clear” or “Good” in this case. Insufficient context to decide so I’ll leave it as that. Or it could just represent someone counting up to five, similar to how one scratches I, II, III, IIII, then crosses it.)

Hao Jian and Song Zhe looked perplexed at the wound on Lin Feng’s chest.

“I don’t know what this means. Have you seen similar symbols outside?” Lin Feng asked, his mind in turmoil, wondering how to convey this harsh reality to the unfortunate couple.

At this moment, he didn’t even know who the enemy was. Who were those people who could enter the sealed E City? If they were the army, why were they killing civilians? The mystery shrouding E City seemed to thicken.

Ding.

The familiar sound of the elevator reached Lin Feng’s ears.

He shuddered.

The 42nd floor.

“Do you need me to go first?” Hao Jian asked, seeing Lin Feng’s hesitation.

“No, thanks, senior,” Lin Feng replied, stepping out of the elevator and opening the room door.

As his hands trembled, the medicine bag slipped and fell to the ground.

Lin Feng sat down abruptly, his eyes wide, breathing rapidly.

“No, no, no!”

Behind him, Hao Jian and Song Zhe, puzzled, followed his gaze.

Gag.

Song Zhe covered his mouth to stop himself from vomiting.

Youhuai lay in her mother’s arms, surrounded by scattered organs and blood, revealing a grim reality.

“No, Youhuai!” Lin Feng scrambled toward Youhuai.

Hao Jian grabbed Lin Feng from the ground.

“Lin Feng, she’s mutated, we need to get out of here!”

“No, no!”

“Damn it, Song Zhe, help me!” Hao Jian struggled to hold Lin Feng and shouted at the stunned Song Zhe.

“Ah, right.”

He came over, activated his skill, and held the tearful Lin Feng under his arms.

Hao Jian pulled out a bow and arrow, aiming at Youhuai, who was gnawing at the corpse.

Suddenly, Lin Feng, who had been struggling fiercely, seemed to calm down, staring blankly at the mutated Youhuai and stopping his struggles.

…

“Hao Jian… let me do it.”

“Hmm?”

“I said, let me do it!”