Helicopter after helicopter landed above Jiang Che's dungeon. The Red Pearl Mental Hospital was huge; most helicopters just dropped people off and left, only a few landed directly in the courtyard.
Jiang Che had never met high-level human survivors, nor had he participated in any activities of high-ranking human organizations.
Right now, watching the newcomers, he only recognized Leng Feng, because he'd seen Leng Feng's photo before.
As the strongest human, his photo was plastered on streets and corners everywhere—even in the mental hospital before, Leng Feng's photo had appeared.
In the photo, his hair stood wild, anger in his face, right hand pointing to the sky—almost like he was swearing to claim his status as number one.
They all say, in voyages into the unknown, the most important thing isn't companions, but the lighthouse.
Leng Feng was like a guiding light, bringing hope to countless people trapped in despair.
