"So you are Li Yan, with such a pretty-boy look, can you make it?" Shan Ta looked Qin Muye up and down, then said with a sneer.
"Thank you for the compliment. If you believe in me, I can make it; if not, then I can't," Qin Muye, who had been mixed in this for quite a while, finally received a compliment on being handsome. In the past, those experimental subjects would only call him a lunatic or a madman. To him, being called a pretty-boy was practically a compliment.
Qin Muye's words choked Shan Ta, not knowing how to continue, completely unable to understand what was said.
In the end, all Shan Ta could do was sniff coldly and then drive away.
Han Gui sat nearby with a look of schadenfreude, but it was unclear whether it was directed at Qin Muye or at Shan Ta.
The car drove out of the city toward the wilderness.
After nearly three hours, when Qin Muye was getting sleepy, they finally arrived.
After getting out of the car, they were led into an abandoned warehouse.
