The faint sound downstairs let Lu Luo know that uninvited guests had arrived.
Glancing at Qi Xinzhu sleeping soundly beside him, Lu Luo took his knife and slowly stood up.
He took out the cute red smiley face mask from the luggage nearby, carefully put it on his face, and disappeared into the darkness.
「Downstairs.」
Five men in disheveled clothing stood together, making hand signals to avoid noise. From their attire, it was clear they were Scavengers, and from their expressions, it was evident they were blaming one another.
One man's arm was riddled with nails—the kind Lu Luo had poisoned—and the muffled groan from earlier had come from him. His forehead was now dripping with sweat, and his arm was swollen beyond recognition. The numbing sensation gradually spread throughout his body, and his lips shivered uncontrollably, a clear sign the poison was taking effect.
