The death of his companion had a huge psychological impact on Little Duck. He had heard before that the Apocalypse Corps generally did not kill people, but seeing it today, pure nonsense!
"So are you going to confess now, or go see God with that guy?"
Yang Xinqi pressed on, holding a long dagger against Little Duck's neck.
"I'll talk, I'll say everything, just don't kill me, please, I can lead the way for you."
Little Duck felt the icy touch on his neck, and a burst of warmth came from his crotch, the threat of death made him truly wet his pants.
"To think that guys from the same camp, even assigned to execute tasks together, can have such contrasting personalities, how is this possible..."
Zhang Su and his group walked towards Yang Xinqi, seeing the yellow liquid spreading beneath Little Duck's crotch, Zhao Dezhu couldn't help but marvel.
Liu Yao shook his head with a strange expression: "This should be the normal reaction, right..."
