"The indigenous detection methods are varied; just within our Night Police, there are over a dozen different testing methods, making it very difficult to disguise." Black Crow knew Gao Ming meant well, but he didn't believe Gao Ming could pull it off.
"There's no harm in trying." As he slit his wrist, when the blood flowed from Gao Ming's veins, a sensation akin to what could only be felt in the forbidden zone rushed over, filling the office with the pungent odor of medicine.
Black Crow stared incredulously at Gao Ming, as if what poured out of him was not blood, but medicine.
"How did you do that?"
The crimson blood dripped into the vial, resembling a flowing red gem clinging to the bottle's wall, holding a mesmerizing beauty. Were an out-of-control patient to see it, they might devour the owner of the blood.
