Andel walked to the edge of the experimental bed, glancing at the girl next to him.
In a grave manner, he said, "Don't worry yourself about this, your life... It still holds great value. As long as you're valuable, you'll live better than anyone."
Jiang Ruan narrowed her eyes.
Andel was preparing a drug, merging several transparent liquids and drawing them into a syringe.
Finally, he turned and looked at her.
"It won't hurt this time," Andel's cold-blooded tone was chilling as he stared at the long needlehead.
Next, he grabbed Jiang Ruan's arm.
A shadow of murderous intent flashed in her eyes. Meanwhile, her other hand stealthily drew the hidden blade from her lower back.
Just as the needle was about to pierce her skin.
She was about to act.
But the door to the lab suddenly opened.
A few men in black stepped in, halting her motion instantly. The next second, the needle penetrated her vein. It was painless, but she couldn't help wrinkling her brow discreetly.
