"Dr. Shen, we must leave immediately. They're no longer accepting our negotiation requests, and Dr. Jian has no choice but to resort to force," said the team leader of the base operation, his gaze intensely fixed on the pale-faced Shen Wenhong.
Putting down his phone, Shen Wenhong had suffered a heavy blow, and they had also lost several Second-Generation geneticists—a toll that exceeded their capacity to bear.
"Tonight is our best chance, I must take my family with me," Shen Wenhong gritted his teeth, pushing aside the fear from his interactions with Shen Yan. The more he tried to shake off those images, the clearer they became in his mind.
He couldn't believe that this was their eldest daughter.
He must be cursed; otherwise, how could he entertain such bizarre and eerie suspicions?
"Dr. Shen, we only need people who are useful..." Whether they could leave safely was still an unknown, and bringing others would only hinder their evacuation.
