C667 Biochemical Weapons

"If I say no?" Wan'er raised an eyebrow slightly, not giving them any regard. She felt a bit sorry for Fong Yangde—once a formidable figure, yet his daughter and crew were such a disappointment. It's tough carrying the weight of a city on your shoulders.

"Cut the chatter and come with us," one of the men demanded, brandishing a large knife. A glint of steel flashed in front of her