"Quick, quick, kill her!" Wang Qiang shouted in horror as he looked at the pale face under the moonlight.
Yes! This woman in front of them should be killed!
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaoquan immediately tightened his grip, but to his dismay, he realized that apart from the phone used for lighting, he had no weapons to take down the enemy.
What to do? This was a problem.
Tang Xiaoquan wanted to turn back to fetch a weapon, but would Huang Yaru give him the chance?
The answer was no. Wang Qiang's escape had already infuriated the newly mutated woman, so...
Slowly standing up, Huang Yaru once again stretched out her arms and lunged forward, this time targeting Tang Xiaoquan, who was lost in thought in the front row.
The bedroom was barely 13 square meters. In this cramped space, facing off against the sharp-clawed Huang Yaru, they were at a disadvantage.
