So we're giving up on the treatment already?
Honestly, Reginald wasn't wrong.
Fu Qian naturally hadn't missed the changes beside him. He knew perfectly well that the contents of Brain Fork's belly had been changing by the day.
They were even on the verge of some kind of qualitative transformation.
The problem was, Fu Qian doubted Reginald had the ability to notice that.
That speech just now seemed more like a simple attempt to divert attention.
Which meant that this relatively hard-line fellow was still bound by his principles and didn't agree with Fu Qian's plan.
And Fu Qian had already tested the limits of what he was willing to accept as "more."
With that still having no effect, this project was probably about to be declared complete.
But Fu Qian had gone to great lengths and taken it one step at a time to get this far. How could he let them give up so easily?
"You're all right with this? Aren't the clerical staff usually the most ruthless?"
Fu Qian couldn't accept it.
"You assist me."
Reginald's expression changed several times at that. In the end, he simply pretended he hadn't heard and turned to Amira to give her careful instructions.
"Okay... Put on the mask."
She actually thought the same way. Not only did she agree at once, she even lowered her voice to remind Fu Qian without daring to look at the volunteer.
Very cautious.
Fu Qian knew, of course, that she'd meant those words for him. Apparently, the previous purifications hadn't been entirely free of resistance.
Putting on a mask to make himself less conspicuous might not help, but Fu Qian wasn't so bored that he'd reject a friendly reminder.
As he put the mask on, patterns all over Amira's body lit up. They surged