Chapter 87: Chapter 87: That's My Son

A gloomy male voice came from behind her, "Who are you, and what do you want?"

Fu Shinan immediately raised her hands, as she could feel something pressing against her neck. It felt like a crossbow bolt.

Professor Feng and the others were startled and turned around, only to see a man standing behind Fu Shinan.

The man was very thin, in his thirties, with dark and rough skin. He held a homemade crossbow in his hand, and his bloodshot eyes showed no excitement at the sight of others.

Professor Feng quickly said, "Please calm down. We heard a child crying from inside and came here, thinking there might be survivors. We mean no harm."

The man slightly lowered the crossbow and spoke in a cold voice, "Indeed, there are survivors. My son is inside."