"Humans, after spending hundreds of millions of years painstakingly evolving to the top of the food chain, if they lack quality, what's the difference between them and animals?"
Suddenly, the woman clutched her head and screamed, her voice echoing in the empty underground parking lot, eerie and terrifying.
Yun Ya raised his hand, gently wiping the blade, his brows cool and indifferent, exuding a laid-back demeanor.
The basement was vast and silent, so quiet it made one's heart uneasy.
When the security guards arrived, they saw people lying scattered all over the ground, and the nearby surveillance had simultaneously gone out of control. What exactly happened during this period, no one knew.
The two returned home, Yan Song organized the food into the refrigerator one by one, while Yun Ya browsed the news on Yan Song's phone and saw that he had become famous again. Smiling, he looked at the busy man in the kitchen, "Brother Yan, you've become famous too."
