章 152: Weak

The warehouse was filled with an eerie silence. The six revolutionaries were rooted to the spot while the blood-red snowflakes continued to stream down on their bodies.

Their eyes were on the entrance, where a man was slowly moving forward. They gulped, then shifted their gazes to the floor where their companion lay in utter misery.

"Ah," Simon tried to move his limbs without success. His entire body was a mess, with almost every bone inside him fractured.

His titanium skin was riddled with wounds from broken bones protruding out. He wanted to groan but couldn't even do that with a broken neck.

"He...lp," Simon muttered after struggling for what felt like an eternity. His ape face was hideously disfigured, as if a train had run over him.

Yuizi, who was behind him, heard his voice. She shook her head, trying to regain her composure.

"Now is not the time to be in a trance," Yuizi shouted, snapping her companions out of their daze.