Moran turned around, took one look, and smiled charmingly.
"Guo Jing, you came just in time. Something's gone missing from my lab, did you see it?"
Yang Fei had no idea why, but he felt a chilly cold hidden in Moran's smile.
His heart tightened, but he put on a dumb, clueless face.
"What thing? I'm warning you, Fatty Master is a good guy. I only steal beauties' hearts, never their stuff."
Moran snorted and said lightly.
"Whether he stole anything or not doesn't matter, I'm just a bit worried about that little thief."
"The few bottles of gene fluid he took are all pretty ordinary. After an ordinary Martial Artist takes them, they can increase their Essence Qi and help raise their Martial Arts Realm."
"Those things aren't precious, but among them, there's one bottle he must not touch."
Yang Fei was scared out of his wits. "What?"
Moran looked at Yang Fei with a smiling gaze.
"That one special bottle of gene fluid was prepared for a big shot in the Federal Government."
