Chapter 47

Hudson couldn't recklessly shove pedestrians aside in pursuit of the infected man. He couldn't sprint after him either, as he couldn't control his strength. If Hudson knocked over ordinary people, they would become gimps, even if they survived the encounter. Nevertheless, he ran as fast as he could. Hudson and the almost-turned-infected man had almost run out of the pedestrian street, but the latter didn't stop. Instead, the man charged right into the traffic. As fate would have had it, a speeding black sports car hurtled toward the man. At the last possible moment, Hudson quickly grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled the latter to the side, exposing his back to the car. A sharp tearing sound could be heard, drawing gasps from onlookers. Hudson's jacket was shredded to pieces, but his skin was barely even scratched. At that moment, white bones were showing up in the part of Hudson's waist where the sports car rammed into him. He frowned and hurriedly suppressed the power, maki