"Stop."
On the midnight city streets, Qing Chen quickly halted with Zhang Mengchan in tow.
Zhang Mengchan held his breath, able to hear a swarm of rats marching ahead, no more than twenty meters away.
The road was littered with white, scattered bones, one piled upon another.
Flowing blood dyed the road red.
This was the Sixth District, completely overrun by the rat swarm. The residents of the Fifth District were almost entirely dead or injured; the rats moved their flesh and blood underground to nourish the newborns in their tribe.
The streets, which should have been bustling and lively, were now silent; even the cries of despair were almost inaudible.
Everything was dead and gone.
Zhang Mengchan's voice trembled as he asked, "Boss, who did this?"
Qing Chen sighed, "The Jindai Consortium."
