Although the mercenaries had been defeated, Shen Yue remained cautionary in case any surviving insurgent would unpredictably open fire.
By now, the sky had darkened, bringing with it the dusk. Apart from the usual fishy smell in the fishing zones, there was also a faint metallic odor of blood in the air.
Seeing Shen Yue's cautiousness, Jin Xin also didn't dare to be careless. He too held a gun and vigilantly followed Shen Yue to the second floor, where they found Butusov still unconscious on the experimental chair.
Shen Yue first checked his breathing, "He's still alive. Seems like no one cares enough to deal with him."
Jin Xin looked at Butusov and sighed, "This man used to be an influential figure not long ago. But now, without any conscious thoughts, he seems as useless as garbage. Nuanyu is indeed terrifying."
Shen Yue shook his head, "I don't think so."
"Is turning a person into an idiot not terrifying enough?"