"Would one of you please explain what the hell you're talking about?"
Lan Qisheng, who had held his tongue until now, couldn't stop himself from raising his voice in frustration.
He had wanted to remain silent, to learn more about Sian, about his connection to the man on the bed and to the terrorist organization—about his entire life.
But he hadn't been able to make sense of anything.
It was as if the two had been speaking a different language.
He could understand the words, yes, but he couldn't connect the dots.
None of it made any sense.
What was that about supernatural powers?
What did Sian mean by human experimentation?
What was all that about the man's energy going berserk, and those gemstones beneath his eye?
A flood of questions gnawed at his mind.
And he wasn't the only one.
Jiao Liangchen was burning with curiosity, eyes fixed on Sian with unblinking focus.
