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The door opened, and a man in his fifties walked in. He wasn’t exactly old; only the hair at his temples had grown slightly silver. He had a scholarly and refined bearing.

Behind him was a woman ambling in her fifties. She had a kindly look, but she seemed to be in a gloomy mood.

They were Chu Feng’s parents, Chu Zhiyuan and Wang Jing.

“Where has our Feng been? Where is he? I’m so worried!” Wang Jing mumbled. She went fumbling for her communicator as soon as she got home.

For the past few days, there had been numerous incidences where beasts began to attack the local people. Thousands of people had lost their lives in the span of a few days. Wang Jing also heard about this, and that’s why she was growing increasingly unsettled day after day.

“Feng said that there was a mutant protecting him, so he should be okay. Don’t worry!” Chu Zhiyuan tried to console his wife. He was still quite calm.

“Mom, dad!”