Su Jiameng panted heavily. Although the Ghost Shadow was destroyed in the virtual network, it could be restored for a small fee after the match. Compared to such a trivial loss, Gu Ningyi's act of abandoning his mecha excited her.
"That was really dangerous just now, almost got pierced through." Su Jiameng raised her hand to touch her left shoulder, and immediately gasped in pain. Her hand was covered in hot, sticky blood, which flowed down quickly. Her smooth shoulder seemed to have had a chunk cut off, with blood and flesh churning.
Biting her lip, she tore her coat into pieces with one hand, roughly bandaged the wound on her shoulder, and then opened a small box tied to her thigh. Without even looking, she took out a preloaded syringe and jabbed it directly into the wound.
"Hiss—I'd love to say something to that shopkeeper, boasts during the pitch... damned thing doesn't even hurt!"
