The two mutants exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement, then instantly charged towards Lin Fan. Their speed was astonishing, faster than a cheetah.
One of them aimed for Lin Fan, while the other targeted the mercenary who had surrendered.
"If you do this, I can only defend myself," Lin Fan voiced a warning, hoping they would reconsider. Many unfriendly survivors had been killed by him when he was only defending himself.
He was different from Officer Huang, who saw everything in black and white.
Right was life.
Wrong was death.
Yet, he was willing to give every survivor a chance to change.
It was up to them if they wanted to cherish this chance.
The two mutants ignored Lin Fan's words. The one charging at Lin Fan sneered, swinging his arm violently, the sound of it tearing through the air as his flesh transformed into the classic shape of a flesh sickle.
This was a change many mutants underwent.
Common yet incredibly destructive.
"Go to hell."
