March 21st, 9:12 AM — Sub-Basement Storage Hall
John Wang POV
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The Ghoul came again—silent and fast.
Its feet didn't slam the floor like a brute. They skimmed it. Its body moved like liquid muscle—shoulders low, head tilted forward, arms spread like hooks about to close.
"Watch the left!" I called out.
It swerved, just as Tang Wei fired another round. The slug whistled past its ribs and shattered a support beam. Dust fell, and sparks jumped from the impact point.
I met it mid-lunge.
Both gauntlets fired simultaneously as my fists hammered its chest and abdomen with a double punch.
Point-blank slugs—two straight to the chest.
They burst with a loud pop, tearing meat, breaking bones, causing the beast to reel. But not like it was in pain. More like it had lost its balance, or misjudged my position.
"Xue—now!"
Zhou Xue lost her shot.
