The Institute (47)

Mu Xun lay in the silent ward leisurely, a feeling of profuse gloating filling his heart, he could imagine the shocked look on the other's faces when they realize that they had not shown up.

A rising sense of superiority at fooling the so-called veterans filled him with joy, in his previous world he was the licking dog that would always stick his hot face against his bosses his cold-ass just to have a better life. At least here, even if they were dissatisfied with him for the sake of not adding to the chaos, they would end up ignoring their blunder anyways.

This was always the case.

He couldn't help but sneer, this was all they amounted to, then and now, he stretched his hands slightly and prepared to sleep, he just had to wait for the survivors to come back tomorrow and pretend to be pitiful and weak.

"Da–"

The smile on his face froze, his heart stuttering in his chest, there were footsteps at the door,

"Da–"