"But we can't win," Lin Jingjing said, her voice tinged with grievance.
She buried her face in Feng He's shoulder, a vulnerable expression on her face.
"It's not about winning or losing. It's about having no regrets," Feng He said comfortingly as she raised a hand to stroke Lin Jingjing's cheek.
While comforting her, Feng He watched the ferocious, snarling mutant beasts, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Then, she spoke softly, "These mutant beasts will all die."
"All of them." Feng He's voice seemed to carry a strange sort of charm.
One by one, the mutant beasts that had been clinging to the protective shield slowly began to fall off.
A few men nearby stared with wide eyes. "What's going on?"
"Why did the mutant beasts suddenly collapse?"
One of the bolder men walked over and prodded them with his weapon, discovering that the mutant beasts had all passed out.
"They're unconscious!"
Hearing this, others immediately rushed over to see for themselves.
