Just as Xie Ning predicted, the virus erupted inside Ma Xiaotian's body in under half an hour, turning her completely into a zombie.
Martin couldn't believe what he was seeing.
His daughter had been perfectly fine half an hour ago, but now she was a mindless zombie. It was a difficult reality for him to accept.
When Ma Xiaotian went berserk, she bit three more men. Now, she was bound to a table with thick ropes, struggling desperately.
Tears streamed down Martin's face, his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred. "Where is Miss Huang?"
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.
'That damn Miss Huang will die with my precious daughter!'
"Miss Huang... I think she's still wandering around the villa district. Said she wouldn't be back for dinner," a club member stammered. When he saw his boss's murderous glare, he quickly added, "Miss Huang must think the air outside is better than it is in here."
