Zhang Min's pupils contracted violently, and the damned smiling face from her memory was right in front of her.
Why is he here?
That's a Tier Two Zombie with a strong corpse armor.
A monster that even bullets couldn't penetrate, why did it seem as frail as paper before him?
She was already a Tier One Evolver, she had gained power that ordinary people could only look up to, she... was no longer the weakling abandoned by the train.
So why, when facing him, did she still feel like a cat with its neck pinched, unable to even muster the courage to struggle?
She felt the "Seed of Hatred" surging inside her, which should have been her source of power, her reliance for revenge, yet at this moment, it cowered like a young beast frightened by a storm, trembling, not daring to feed back even a bit of malice to her.
Why did the man in front of her harbor no malice towards her?
No killing, no desire, not even a hint of disgust?
