The guards who had been watching from a distance began to approach, murmuring amongst themselves.
Most had already dropped their weapons during the fight, and the rest followed suit the moment Qingran and Feng Yizhou turned toward them.
Feng Yizhou's gaze swept across the room, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke. "Gather everyone. Soldiers, scientists, cleaners—if they breathe, they come here."
No one dared to argue, and within fifteen minutes, the entire facility staff had assembled in the warehouse-like hall—almost a hundred people in total.
Some wore uniforms, others wore white coats stained with chemicals, and a few still had blood splattered on them from the brief skirmish.
No one looked ready to fight anymore.
Feng Yizhou stepped forward slowly, his posture relaxed but commanding. His tone deepened, cutting through the murmurs like a knife.
