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"Choose someone among yourselves to dissect, or I can assure you that each of you will die a gruesome death."
Lu Xiaoran's expression was cold as he clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall behind him.
Boom!
With the force of Lu Xiaoran's punch, the tiles on the wall shattered into pieces. A deep dent formed where his fist had struck.
Seeing this, the twenty or so researchers in white coats turned pale with fear. Many of them had escaped from the lower floors and witnessed Lu Xiaoran kill others. Now, seeing him effortlessly create a large hole in the wall, they understood just how powerful his abilities were. Defying his orders was tantamount to seeking death.
"Choose someone, or we all die."
Whispers filled the air as the crowd exchanged glances that grew increasingly strange.
"Let’s pick Zhang Hua; he has the worst character. It wouldn’t be a loss if he died."
With one person's suggestion, the gazes of the others quickly focused on a young man with a sharp face—Zhang Hua. He was known for being somewhat of an outcast, often clashing with the others and not getting along well.
Now that they had to sacrifice someone, it was only natural that they thought of Zhang Hua.
"Yes, let’s choose him. He’s not a good person; there’s no need to go easy on him."
As more people agreed, Zhang Hua became increasingly terrified and felt his body go limp. He stumbled backward, trying to escape from the crowd.
"No... please, everyone, don’t do this."
Panic filled Zhang Hua's face as he pleaded with the others while retreating.
"Let’s all grab him!"
The eyes of the group sparkled with determination. Soon, several people rushed forward and firmly seized Zhang Hua.
Ignoring Zhang Hua's cries, they lifted him entirely and pressed him firmly onto the Dissection Table.
"Zhang Hua, don't blame us; we have no choice," a few of them said as they picked up their instruments and slowly approached the Dissection Table.
"Help! Help me!" Zhang Hua shouted, shaking his head desperately.
At that moment, one of them pulled out a cloth used for cleaning the experimental instruments and stuffed it into Zhang Hua's mouth.
Muffled sounds escaped from Zhang Hua, who could no longer scream, only able to emit soft whimpers.
Soon, the others raised their instruments and began to move them across Zhang Hua's body.
The sharp edges cut through flesh, quickly oozing out a large amount of blood, staining the entire Dissection Table red in no time.
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