One hundred bodies were carried and laid out before Leng Feng, the shrouded corpses arranged row after row in the room.
The stark white linens, illuminated by the fluorescent light, reflected a glare that was almost blinding.
Leng Feng took a deep breath, staring at those ranks of bodies laid out before him.
Each corpse bag had a name sticker; he closed his eyes, feeling the chill that filled the air.
"Captain Leng... are we really not going to resist?" A man stood by Leng Feng's right, his eyes bloodshot, glaring fixedly at the corpses on the ground.
He reached back to touch the back of his own neck, his fingers digging deep into the skin,
as if trying to tear away a piece of it.
On the back of his neck, the same mark as Leng Feng's was etched.
A triangular pattern, like a venomous snake, embedded deep to the bone.
Leng Feng unconsciously touched the back of his own neck, pausing for a moment.
