Yang Tingzhen ignited the lighter, a ring of smoke rising from her lips, her fingertips tapping the impending ash. She touched the edge of the ashtray and drank a vial of high-grade nutrition pills.
Not long after, blood poured from the corners of her lips, her nostrils were bleeding nonstop.
"No, still no." Yang Tingzhen murmured, aware that her genes were faulty, but why was it at this moment that she couldn't overcome it? She was aging, her genes should be stabilizing.
She swallowed a vial of potion bought from the Non-human Research Institute, only then did the bleeding stop.
She wiped away the traces of blood, her eyes revealing ambition. For so many years, she had endured humiliation, climbed so high, she couldn't let everything go to waste.
Yang Zhao practiced for several years, but his Qi Sensing was only Level One.
Shutting off the path to becoming a Mecha Master, even reading law enforcement was difficult.
