About a month passed, and it seemed like everything in the world was finally getting back on track.
Mutant beasts had all but vanished from the city. The sight of streets and alleys teeming with them, of humans forced into the darkest corners, now seemed like a memory from a world that had never existed.
Now, if even a single mutant beast were to appear, it would become an object of contention for everyone.
After all, aside from receiving rations from the Yang Family Base, there were no other particularly good sources of food.
The base, for its part, had completely figured out how to farm these mutant beasts. All the creatures currently being raised were ones whose minds Tang Mo had shattered, ensuring that even if their offspring were to get out, they wouldn't pose any danger.
