The two of them looked at each other deeply. A moment later, a muffled sound entered Ji Yinbing's ears through the anti-drug clothes.
"Have you decided?" Zhuang Long asked.
Ji Yinbing nodded. "Yes."
Zhuang Long said, "Good luck."
He turned and closed the door behind him. Then he opened the small box.
Inside the box were two syringes, one white and one green.
Zhuang Long picked up the white medicine with both hands and turned around to look at Ji Yinbing.
Ji Yinbing smiled at him. Zhuang Long rarely saw Ji Yinbing's smile. He was stunned for a moment before he heard Ji Yinbing say, "Zhuang Long, do it."
Zhuang Long's fingers relaxed.
Bam—
The white tube fell to the ground and shattered.
When the liquid met the air, it turned into a white gas. It rose slowly in the air like fog.
