In the shabby laboratory, various precision instruments were in operation. Researchers in white coats were busy with their current tasks. Zheng Tianhe stood beside one of the machines with a grim face, his eyes fixated on the data displayed on the instrument's screen.
Beside him stood a young man, his student and assistant, in his early thirties, with a simple and honest face that contrasted sharply with the cold and sharp light in his eyes.
The data on the instrument's screen kept changing, and after a while, it slowly came to a halt. The young man looked at the final data and sighed in disappointment, "Team leader, the blood data from these individuals doesn't seem to differ from that of other superpower users. It looks like we were wrong, there's nothing unusual about them."
