The child's tears of despair and sorrow dripped into the flower pot, giving rise to black thorns amidst the coarse gravel.
The dense spikes protected those injured children, guarding the last paradise in their hearts.
Han Fei and the others reached the tenth floor, which was a very important place for both Number Eleven and Han Fei.
"Follow the plan I told you about earlier. Everyone stand in your positions," F said as he slashed through the thorns with Black Saber, grabbing Achong by the shoulders and dragging him in front of himself like a shield.
"The Sentry is missing. Without his talent for enhanced perception, I can't capture the location of 'Ghost' with absolute certainty," Achong desperately shrank back. He liked the sensation of pain when he was hurt, but he didn't want to be sent to his death.
"It's fine, you just need to do as originally planned," F and Qianye kicked open the thorn-covered security door; the tenth floor had completely mutated into something else.
