After Bai Xiaoling and the group of special police officers left, Chen Shouyi carried the briefcase back to his bedroom.
He opened it and examined the contents closely. The divine blood and Divine Marrow were easy to tell apart: the divine blood was clear with a faint golden-red tint, while the Divine Marrow was transparent and colorless. Both gave off a dim glow.
But compared with what he had received after completing the nest mission last time, the glow of this batch was noticeably fainter. In terms of quality, it was clearly far inferior. Fortunately, there was plenty of it. Last time, he'd gotten only three or four milliliters in all; here, a single vial held thirty milliliters, and there were twenty vials altogether.
Of course, compared with the enormous body of that Savage God, the amount he'd received seemed insignificant—just over half a liter in total.
He guessed that most of the divine blood and Divine Marrow had gone to the military. But that was only to be expected. The military had made the greatest contribution and suffered the greatest losses in this war; countless soldiers had been killed or wounded. As for martial artists like him, apart from holding the Savage God at bay in the final moments, their contribution had been limited.
After this war, the number of martial artists in the military would probably increase severalfold, surpassing those under the municipal government's authority. They might even produce a few more Great Martial Artists!
He took out a vial of divine blood and removed the beeswax seal.
Pop!
He pulled out the cork, then sat on the bed. After a moment's hesitation, he decided there shouldn't be any danger and downed the whole vial.
He waited quietly. Soon, warmth spread from his stomach, racing out to his