Jiang Mian picked up the tube of red liquid and held it up to examine it closely.
The packaging looked a bit like a Suppressor, but the liquid was much thicker, almost like some kind of syrup.
"What is this?"
"A Suppressor."
Number Two offered no further explanation, but his eyes said it all.
If she didn't drink it, there was no telling whether she'd make it out of this room.
In his eyes, although [Mist Concealment] was rare, she was only second-tier for now. She couldn't turn into mist, and her skill had a fairly long windup.
Even if she was nimble, she wouldn't be able to bring her full strength to bear in such a cramped space.
What's more, someone fairly strong was blocking the door.
Jiang Mian had expected as much.
These people must have some way to control their members. Otherwise, given the nature of this organization, people would head straight for the Special Management Zone next door as soon as they walked out the door.
So this stuff definitely wasn't an ordinary Suppressor. She just didn't know what would happen if she drank it...
No, perhaps the effect was obvious.
The man by the door was a perfect example.
When he'd first arrived, he'd seemed like a normal person. But once the door closed, he'd gone as still as a puppet, his eyes dull and vacant.
And then there were those haggard-looking Aberrants...
She said nothing more. Silently adding Number Two to her mental list, she uncapped the tube, tilted her head back, and "drank" it.
Shortly after the liquid entered her body, Jiang Mian wrapped it in a bubble and stored it inside the puppet. She could take it out and study it later.
Number Two watched her throat and, seeing that her swallowing