Sure enough, pulling off a stunt like that was still a bit beyond him.
Standing in front of the laboratory entrance, Fu Qian could still feel the tearing pain in his right hand.
Forcing the Biochemical Demon Arm to erupt just now had put an even greater strain on his body than yesterday's transformation.
Fortunately, he had only maintained it for an instant this time, not long enough to lose any Sanity.
Even so, this kind of damage from overexertion couldn't be fixed just by cutting the limb off and growing another.
But as long as it achieved the desired effect, it was worth it.
Fu Qian had indeed turned his arm into a tentacle for the spectacle, but scaring people wasn't the point.
The horrifying attack, combined with the marks on his arm, should have been enough to make Ebu jump to the wrong conclusion.
The opportunity that followed would be fleeting.
"Open the door."
Fu Qian looked at the guard who came to meet him.
He had to admit, making his face look like Lu Ming's was still difficult. Some details were hard to get right.
Fortunately, the guard didn't dare look too closely and opened the door with practiced speed.
Going by his memories, Fu Qian quickly made his way through the laboratory.
Perhaps because of the competition, there were even fewer people here than when he'd come yesterday.
Since he wasn't really Lu Ming, the several security doors inside weren't as easy to open.
Fu Qian had been prepared for that. Every time, an Air Bullet arrived before he did.
Alarms blared everywhere he went.
Amid the shouting and commotion, it was clear that a large number of guards were on their way.
Fu Qian paid them no mind. Expressionless, he passed through one door after