Chen Sheng wanted to hear more from Shen Ziming.
But at this moment,
A rhythmic thumping sound was heard from above the heads of the two men.
"Zi Ming, it's ready."
Shen Ziming looked up.
"Brother Chen, it seems we must part ways again."
Suddenly, he covered his mouth, coughing violently.
He removed his hand and revealed a shocking streak of blood.
"You're not going to die, are you? Then I would have come here for nothing."
Chen Sheng hurriedly went to support him.
"Don't worry, my life is cheap, I'm sure to live long."
Shen Ziming smiled brilliantly, seemingly confident in his own words.
"For some time, I will need to go to other cities to find something that can cure my family's genetic disease."
"We may not see each other for a while."
At this point, Shen Ziming's smile faded.
He looked at Chen Sheng seriously.
"Once the real chaos begins, the official attitude toward Qi-sensors will not be as tolerant as it is now."
