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"What is that Ability doing here?"
The group of researchers stared at Lu Xiaoran, who was approaching them slowly, still unaware of the danger. They continued to whisper among themselves about Lu Xiaoran's background.
Bang!
In the blink of an eye, Lu Xiaoran had charged in front of them. He raised his hand and struck one of them, sending him flying several meters away.
Ahhh!
Seeing their companion thrown far off like a dead dog on the ground sent the others into a panic. They stumbled around, trying to escape.
"Quick... call Zhou Pengfei! We can't handle this monster!"
As they scrambled to flee, they fumbled in their pockets for their phones to call Zhou Pengfei.
But Lu Xiaoran was incredibly fast. He moved with the agility of a monkey, swiftly taking down all of them in just a few moves.
It seems I was right; Zhou Pengfei is indeed an important figure, Lu Xiaoran thought to himself. He had heard them calling Zhou Pengfei's name, seemingly seeking his help. This indicated that Zhou Pengfei was likely their leader.
Lu Xiaoran lifted his head and continued forward, searching room by room without leaving any living person unexamined.
"You guys go downstairs and see what's going on. What's all this commotion about?"
The cries and wails from the researchers on the first floor were as tragic as slaughtered pigs, and soon those on the second floor heard the chaos below.
A plump middle-aged man stood at the corridor's edge, trying to urge a few people nearby to check downstairs.
"Professor Lin, we can't go down there! It sounds like someone has died!"
The young men standing in front of him looked terrified. They had just heard the cries and pleas for mercy from below, indicating that something serious had happened.
Going down at this time would be like joking with their own lives.
These people are not fools; they would never do something so thoughtless.
Forget it, I'll call Zhou Pengfei and have him come over to take a look.
Professor Lin took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Zhou Pengfei's number. However, before he could say anything, he noticed a figure appearing in the corridor on the second floor.
Upon closer inspection, it was a young man in his twenties. This young man had a dignified appearance and was quite handsome. But as Professor Lin looked at him, he couldn't help but gasp in shock.
The young man's shirt was stained with large patches of blood, making him look like a disturbing piece of abstract art.
"Professor Lin, we meet again," Lu Xiaoran said with a cold smile as he approached Professor Lin and greeted him.
"You... who are you? How do you know me?"
Professor Lin's face was filled with terror as he saw the flames of hatred burning in Lu Xiaoran's eyes. He couldn't recall ever having met Lu Xiaoran before and was momentarily at a loss.
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