Indeed, it still seemed a bit forced to pull off such a stunt right now.
Standing at the laboratory's main entrance, Fu Qian could still feel the tearing sensation in his right hand.
Just now, forcefully unleashing the Biochemical Demon Arm had placed an even heavier burden on his body than transforming the day before.
Fortunately, this time it only lasted a moment, and had not reached the point of losing Sanity.
Even so, such overdrawn damage was not something that could be solved by simply cutting it off and regrowing it.
But as long as it achieved the desired effect, it was worth it.
Transforming his arm into a tentacle, Fu Qian indeed did it for the sake of the show, but the intent was not to scare people.
This terrifying method of attack, combined with the stains on his arm, should have been enough to mislead Yibu.
The next opportunity would come and go in a flash.
"Open the door,"
Fu Qian said, looking at the Guard coming up to the door.
