"That’s hard to say, nothing should be absolute, you always have to believe in life and hope!"
Liu Dongli shrugged, genuinely feeling a bit sympathetic for some guy who got inexplicably hit.
"We initially investigated the composition of this mutual support group and found that most members are a bunch of unfortunate old souls without support, but those who infiltrated discovered someone distributing these painkillers..."
Tobio raised his hand, pulled out a plastic box, and placed it in front of Liu Dongli.
Inside was just a single white pill, with no visible source.
And Liu Dongli furrowed his brow.
"Have the ingredients been identified?"
"Most are common components, with a bit of banned substances mixed in; though it can slightly alleviate pain during attacks, it’s ultimately useless, merely a placebo at best."
"What’s the source?"
"A pharmaceutical factory donated it on credit."
"Interesting."
Liu Dongli picked up the box and tossed it a couple of times, "I’ll go check it out tonight; maybe..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his face turned pale, movements froze, his fingers clenching, nearly deforming the box, his whole body convulsed on the spot, almost overturning the table.
Tobio paused for a moment, having long prepared for such an occurrence. Disregarding the heat, he instinctively grabbed his precious teapot.
Immediately afterward, Liu Dongli vomited mouthfuls of dark blood, the blood hitting the table with a sizzling sound.
Pale-faced.
The sudden Source Fluctuation startled the guardians outside the door, urgent footsteps rushed over but were halted by Tobio.
"Don’t come in!"
Tobio shouted back, "Nothing happened, everyone return to your positions."
The footsteps paused for a moment, then dissipated into the darkness.
When he turned back, looking at Liu Dongli, he saw him propped up on the table, retrieving a metallic-colored pill from his pocket and stuffing it into his mouth.
His expression finally looked a bit better.
"Alright, no need to go—"
Liu Dongli wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, breathing heavily, "The pharmaceutical factory’s been deserted for ages, it’s filled with explosives, anyone who goes in is doomed. If I hadn’t been cautious, I would’ve almost been blown up inside."
"That guy is becoming more and more troublesome..."
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God City Future awoke from a nightmare.
Opening his eyes, drenched in sweat.
Once again, he was killed... In that vivid nightmare resembling reality.
Just in the laboratory he had prepared for himself, fully immersed in research and breakthroughs, the door was pushed open from behind, a person with a gun walked in, aiming at the back of his head, pulling the trigger.
Plasma spraying, he fell to the ground.
Even the experience of blurred consciousness, quickly fading away, felt so real.
He died.
But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself still lying in bed, facing a ceiling overrun with mold and stains.
As if everything that just happened was merely a simple imagined dream.
Yet such dreams had occurred too many times.
Shootings, beheadings, poisonings, falling from heights, torture, unexpected car accidents, and even fires and burns. Every dream was vivid, every nightmare’s despair and terror were so real, real enough to send chills down his spine.
In countless dreams and deaths, regardless of meeting in any place, whether in the day or night, only those indifferent and cold eyes remained the same... Only this, his memory was exceptionally clear.
That person’s name is Liu Dongli.
"Resonant Physique."
In the darkness, a low and hoarse voice sounded, "Congratulations, God City Future, living up to your name, once more narrowly escaping certain death."