Chapter 217

The overwhelming current generated intense heat, vaporizing the moisture in the laboratory. A fine white mist filled the air, shrouding everything in a hazy blur. Amid the ruins, the surviving researchers hid in corners and crevices, their hands tightly covering their mouths. Their expressions were filled with terror. No one dared to make a sound. Healing-type experimental subject No.11 had always seemed helpless and fragile before its keeper. But now, a slender figure loomed in the thick mist, appearing and disappearing. He looked like a noble gentleman strolling leisurely through a garden on a quiet afternoon. No.11's features were gentle and refined, beautiful and seemingly harmless, like a delicate crystal mannequin displayed in a shop window to captivate passing onlookers. His gaze slowly swept over the laboratory's scattered equipment. Then, he turned around to reveal the other side of his face—streaked with blood, a striking sight. "Where's everyone?" he murmured, steppin