Revenge After Death

Chapter 638

I was starting to suspect that only a few out of the nearly 100 missing persons were truly sent to Genome Society. The remaining were cruelly killed.

These lunatics each had their own perverted hobby, which was amplified by their wealth and power.

Someone said, "This project is amazing. We've only sent two of the goods over, yet they're actually giving us exclusive distribution rights for the Humian-Solancian region?"

Quinton nodded. "They're keeping a close watch lately. Those fools don't have a way to deliver goods like we do."

"As expected, we're smarter."

It wasn't hard to infer from their conversation that many of the wealthy people were sending "goods" over to Genome Society. But with the recent security, increasing surveillance, and improved legal system, it was harder to make someone disappear without a trace.

Quinton and his group were smart in that they were willing to take risks and venture into desolate areas. Yet the mysteries of desolate areas were beyond their control. It was foolish to assume that they could always navigate through dangers without getting caught.

This time, for instance, I could already sense danger looming closer when a wolf's howl echoed from the distance.

The wolves in desert areas were completely wild, and they wouldn't be the only predators around-there were other carnivores as well. They would surely be attracted by the fire, laughter, and the cars.

and hid myself behind Quinton. "There are wolves, Quinton. Let's get back

and smiled, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around my waist. "Alright, let's all get back into the car and move

deliberately doing it in front of the other men, as if trying to present himself

man.

one. He had no desire for women. Either he was homosexual, or he

underneath my sleeves, letting fresh blood drip

couldn't catch up, there would be other predators

needed to buy some time for Zion and the others to

her late teens handed me an apple. She was so

her when she's so beautiful." The young woman was from the third car. I happened to overhear the

to being Genome Society's so-called "perfect goods"--they would

get any woman we want

him while laughing.

started to move slowly

kicking up, and the wind is

cars finally slowed down at a relatively flat

been pretending to sleep in the car. Quinton was the

of the car and looked around the vast wilderness blankly. It seemed even more