Lu Hong's gaze narrowed slightly.
Then, it seemed as if he'd thought of something.
"How does the wound on your neck feel?"
At his question, Meng Hao realized his neck didn't hurt at all.
"I don't think it hurts anymore."
Hearing this, a glint appeared in Lu Hong's eyes.
He walked right up to Meng Hao and tore off the gauze wrapped around his neck.
His gaze fell upon his neck.
The skin there was completely unharmed, without even the slightest wound.
'But how is that possible?'
He had cut the boy's neck himself.
Even if he had become an Evolver and his physique had been strengthened, it wouldn't heal that quickly.
The wound from his own transplant had taken a full three days to heal completely.
"Tell me the truth. What did you just do?"
Thinking of this, and then of the wound on his own neck, Lu Hong stared at the young man before him. His eyes narrowed, and a dangerous aura emanated from his body.
Meng Hao's face turned pale.
