"Pike, control your breathing rate! Your filter canister is almost depleted!"
The most robust man, holding a heavily modified firearm, lowered his voice and issued a stern reprimand.
The voice beneath the mask carried a sense of seasoned steadiness.
He grabbed the child's shoulder and pulled him into the range of the cold light tube's illumination:
"I sent you for perimeter reconnaissance, why are you so scared? Did you encounter a Black Monster?"
"Black Monster"?
Fang Cheng, above, heard the term and raised his eyebrows slightly.
From the man's taut muscles and the unconscious elevation of the gun barrel.
The so-called "Black Monster" is truly a terrifying existence in this wasteland world.
"No... no Black Monster, Uncle Kael."
The child named Pike shook his head desperately, the filter canister on his gas mask clicking with the movement.
He swallowed, his voice trembling noticeably:
"It's a person... a very strange-looking person!"
"Person?"
