In the private box, Fei Qingsu spoke in a tone devoid of emotion: "Young Master Yan... Yan Yun'en."
Xiang Xuefei realized this was one of the targets she was meant to capture. Seeing the inhumane treatment the woman on stage was about to endure, the jealousy in her eyes vanished. Who would be jealous of a dead person?
On the stage, a mechanical arm descended from above, gripping a syringe filled with a green reagent, which it injected into the zombie. The creature's pale, cyan skin began to flush crimson. Anyone could see what was coming; it hissed incessantly at the woman standing before it.
Chapter 77