"I'm always selling sweetheart" he said, voice low and smooth. "Question is whether you're smart enough to buy it."
She stepped forward, cautious. "What do you know?"
"Enough to make me useful. Enough to make me dangerous." He tossed the strip of meat into his mouth and chewed. "You want to know about the dead things, don't you?"
Qingran didn't flinch. "Go on."
"The government's not just watching the outbreak, they're guiding it," he said, spitting the last bit of meat to the floor. "They cleared Sector Twelve (Kungdam) days ago. Didn't report it. Let the infected things run loose so they could track how fast it'd spread."
Haoyu stiffened when he heard it. He still found it hard to believe they're willing to kill innocent people.
"They're building walls in the south districts." the man continued. "Not to keep the infected out" He grinned, "But to keep them in. They're letting Guyoung rot from the inside so they can control the narrative. Wicked isn't it?."
"You're sure?"
