"Ah!"
"Rumble rumble!"
"Help!"
Having left the island, Zhang Menglong heard only a series of screams and explosions.
This poor guy named Hirac, who had gone from a test subject to a prisoner, had probably accumulated a lot of rage over the years. This bout of venting was likely enough to give the Supernaturals Alliance a real headache.
"Ye Yin, keep an eye on him. Don't let Hirac go on a rampage, I don't want to have unleashed a homicidal maniac."
"Sure, Mr. Zhang, if he does anything excessive, I'll stop him for you,"
"Ah!" Zhang Menglong stretched lazily, "Let's go, back to South Africa!"
...
By the time Zhang Menglong returned to South Africa, it was already morning, and when he opened the hotel door, everyone was already up and having breakfast.
"Menglong! You're back!"
"Are you alright? Those people looked fierce, didn't they trouble you?"
