Upon hearing the name Su Han, Lin Hong felt as if his heart was aching.
Why was it always about this guy?
He cursed under his breath, but his face showed even more flattery, "Yes, I did mention it, but that was all a misunderstanding, Brother Fang."
He Fang smirked, seeing right through Lin Hong, who was clearly displeased with Su Han.
"I didn't seek revenge on him; rest assured, I was just inquiring about some matters concerning him."
Not revenge?
Lin Hong's eyes brightened, swiftly grasping the implication: If it's not about revenge yet the inquiry was discreet, that meant there was indeed enmity.
With that thought, his smile gained a few more degrees of sincerity, "Brother Fang, whatever you want to know, I'll tell all."
He Fang nodded in approval, then asked, "I recall you mentioned something about Su Han's Angel Envoy looking different two days ago?"
Lin Hong nodded vigorously, promptly responding, "Of course, it didn't look like this at all. That day he stole my things, I remember vividly. His monster, although taller than others' and capable of projecting metallic claws, was definitely in human form, not at all with four arms."
He Fang's eyes sparkled. This information from Lin Hong corroborated his suspicions and solidified his belief that Su Han must have discovered some method of evolving his monster.
He couldn't help but get a bit excited as he asked with more detail, "Did you see anything unusual that night, or hear anything peculiar?"
"That?" Lin Hong felt a bit uneasy; though robbed that day, he had slept like a log at night, hearing nothing.
"I... I did hear some noises."
Just then, a timid voice spoke up—it was Lin Hong's lover, Bai Yan'er.
He Fang's gaze instantly shifted to her, "What did you find out?"
Bai Yan'er was startled by his forceful gaze and hastily replied, "I... I tend to wake up at night, and that night I thought I heard something moving in the hallway. I... I didn't dare to look, though."
He Fang frowned slightly, not fully satisfied with this piece of information, as he couldn't be sure whether it was Su Han.
If it was Su Han, then he was very likely devouring the corpses of those corpses in some special way.
After all, he had found some fleshless skeletal remains in the hallway on the fifth floor that day, all belonging to corpses.
Moreover, Su Han had specifically requested the clearing of the corpses killed earlier, which more or less corroborated with each other, the only thing missing was concrete evidence.
Seeing He Fang deep in thought and ignoring them, Lin Hong couldn't help but feel anxious—it was an opportunity to curry favor with He Fang, one he couldn't miss.
Thus, he tentatively asked, "Brother Fang?"
Wu Guang was somewhat embarrassed, yet felt no guilt, chuckling, "That foxy woman's ass is really something."
His eyes twinkled like flames as he lowered his voice and tentatively asked, "Brother Fang, I see those apocalyptic novels and American series... it's all like that. Do you think we have a chance with this woman?"
The tentative question seemed to ignite a fire in the hearts of the men in the living room, their eyes twinkling slightly.
If it had been before the apocalypse, such a woman would have been out of their reach.
It's not that she was particularly extraordinary, but they were already doing all they could just to make a living, let alone chase after such frills.
He Fang's heart also heated up; his pal was right, the woman's figure was indeed enticing, but he knew it wasn't the time yet.
"Don't think about any of that damn nonsense. Without stronger corpses, what can you do? You can't even get past Cheng Zhenyong, understand?"
He Fang's words pulled everyone back from their fantasies. He was right, even if they wanted to do something, Cheng Zhenyong wouldn't just stand by and watch; that guy was tough as nails.
Chen Jun spoke from the side, "But Brother Fang, we've secretly fed them the meat of the Spider Monster and the flesh of the Tentacle-faced Monster, haven't you said there's been no change?"
Although He Fang couldn't take away the corpses of those mutated monsters under the watchful eyes of Cheng Zhenyong and Su Han
He'd sneakily taken some flesh and blood. As long as it wasn't too much, it was doable.
He had tried early on to nourish his own Angels Envoy with the flesh and blood of these monsters in his room.
But after consuming it, other than a brief speed-up in the healing of injuries, there were no effects of Evolution.
His face darkened, "So we need to dig out the secrets from Su Han's mouth. You've heard it. His corpses were hardly any different from ours two or three days ago. Do you really believe it's because of some special Talent?"
He Fang didn't believe Su Han's excuses, and neither did anyone present.
"But how do we deal with him? His Angel Envoy's strength is too great. One punch can shatter a wall like that; we're no match for him even together,"
asked Su Hao meekly from the corner of the sofa.
He had been there during today's distribution of resources and had witnessed the power of Four-armed Corpse himself; the fear had already taken root in his heart.
A sharp look flashed in He Fang's eyes, "Four-armed Corpse is formidable, not Su Han himself. You all remember what happened to Wang Qian, right?"
"Wu Guang, you've struck up a conversation with that fat guy in their team, right?"
Wu Guang hesitated slightly before answering, "That fat guy doesn't know Su Han's secret either. But I guess, he wants to know too."
"Heh, wanting to know is good enough."
He Fang laughed, then said, "Keep talking to him these next few days, promise him more stuff. As long as he spills the information, we'll give him whatever he wants, got it?"