Luo Changren's face was a poorly concealed mix of shock and disbelief. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, his attempts to speak resulting only in breathless gasps. Eventually, he gasped for air, stretching his hands out long before collapsing into the chair with his eyes rolling back as if he was about to faint.
Xu Huo casually walked over and patted his face, "You're not dead, are you?"
Luo Changren abruptly sat up and grabbed Xu Huo's arm, his eyes fixed intensely on him as he gasped louder and longer as if trying to squeeze the last bit of air from his lungs.
"Stay calm, risking your life for a couple of sentences isn't worth it."
After hearing these words, Luo Changren seemed to recover a bit, but his face was still ghastly pale. He said, "Someone once told me, to make a race strong... the best way is to optimize its genes... but he lied to me... and killed so many people…"
