On the platform of the laboratory dome, Xia Zhu strode over, coughing painfully. Below her pale skin, shockingly visible veins emerged, like crimson lava flowing sinuously, faintly emanating a brutal aura.
With a violent shade of red clouding her striking black and white eyes, she quickly took out a pill from her coat pocket, swallowed it, and then weakly leaned on the railing, gasping for breath.
The redness gradually faded away.
As if it had never appeared at all.
The middle-aged man, akin to a butler, said respectfully, "Miss, you're pushing yourself too hard. Others will eventually notice if this continues."
Ihiko Furukawa of the Hachikai Society, holding his sword, stood outside the corridor. He vigilantly scanned the surroundings to ensure no one followed before finally taking a breath of relief.
