"Mr. Zhu."
At this moment, a man entered from outside the laboratory, ready to speak. However, upon seeing those researchers lying in a pool of blood and the scattered hearts on the ground, his face paled, and he vomited on the spot.
Seeing his pale face, for some reason, Zhu Hong's eyes slowly turned blood-red, exuding a bloodthirsty desire.
At this moment, the man, struggling to suppress his nausea, looked at Zhu Hong, who was approaching step by step. He wanted to say something, but seeing Zhu Hong's blood-red eyes, he was overwhelmed with fear and involuntarily retreated. "Mr... Mr. Zhu..." He opened his mouth, stammering as he called out, "You..." Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Hong suddenly reached out a hand and firmly clutched his neck.
