บท 166: Chapter 157 Numbers 11_2

The man lifted his head, his eyes narrow, his face gaunt, his skin sickly pale. Two horrifying scars stretched from the corners of his mouth across his cheeks.

"Heh heh... have you... remembered?" the man said, staring at Dr. Zhang across from him with a sharp voice.

Dr. Zhang felt that nameless rage ignite within him once again.

"You bastard... this is all your doing! Where is this??? Who the hell are you???" Dr. Zhang shouted angrily, barely controlling the urge to rush forward and strangle this man!

But the emaciated man opposite him didn't care at all. He casually put his hands in his pockets, hunched his back, and leisurely paced back and forth in front of Dr. Zhang.

"Oh oh oh, don't be anxious, you have too many questions! I need to answer them one by one." he said nonchalantly, "First, you asked where this is? Are you asking about this place filled with blood, dirt, narrowness, and foul stench..."