Pei Zhen lifted his hand to touch his eyes. Upon feeling the dried bloodstain, he remained expressionless. The muscles in his back were taut, like ropes on the verge of snapping.
He didn't answer the man in black.
Nor did he ask what he would become after this injection.
He didn't even mention the possibility of more side effects.
All he did was grab the man in black's hand, saying coldly, "Save her, or I will kill every last one of your test subjects."
"Including yourself? That won't do. In a way, I'm the person in this Underground City who most wants you alive. I never mistreated you like those people, did I? I never forced you to kill like they did." The Pharmacist, as if performing a magic trick, pulled a vial of reagent from his collar, snapped off the top, drew the liquid into a syringe, and said with a smile, "This is simple for me. Don't worry."
