The syringe had no text labels and its color was different from the P1 or P0 version of the potion.
"Ka ka ka..." As soon as he took out the syringe, the halved forearm he was holding automatically split open, revealing a twinkling small instrument at the wrist after the metallic parts peeled off, the green light flickered twice, and the entire hotel suddenly became hazy!
After an instant sensation of falling, Xu Huo found himself back in the hotel again, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, a strong gust of wind whizzed past his neck. Dodging the attack, he heard a command, "Disarm your weapon!"
Involuntarily, his hands loosened, and the instrument and syringe both fell towards the ground. By the time he regained his senses and tried to retrieve them, a net-like device suddenly appeared on the ground, neatly scooping up both items.
Looking up, Old Zheng and Old Eagle, who should not have been near him, were now blocking his path front and back.
