The old man's expression changed, and his body instinctively tensed in resistance. "Evolver blood!"
"That's right." Xu Huo raised the syringe and said expressionlessly, "Let's gamble on your luck. If you successfully evolve, I won't kill you. If your luck's bad, you'll soon start showing signs of regression after this injection. The military can deal with you then."
"Have you ever had your chances of successful evolution tested?" He pushed the syringe into the old man's immobile arm. "Try experiencing what those people who were forced to evolve went through."
As soon as he finished speaking, the syringe and the old man disappeared from the car. The old man jerked forward, only to find his two bodyguards still sitting on either side of him. He hurriedly rolled up his sleeve, and when he saw the bloodied needle mark, his shoulders slumped and he collapsed into his seat.
"Old Yang, are you all right?" the Player beside him asked with concern. They had also seen the needle mark, but had no idea what had just happened. They assumed the Player they were pursuing had ambushed him, so one Player signaled the driver to speed up while another climbed out of the car.
Xu Huo followed the convoy from the air. Less than a minute later, the second car suddenly veered out of formation. Amid a piercing screech of brakes, the driver's door swung open. The driver struggled out, with the old man clinging to his back.
The old man had lost his mind. He clamped his teeth into the driver's shoulder and wrapped his arms and legs around the strong young man. The fresh blood made a gurgling sound rise repeatedly from his throat.
The two Players serving as his bodyguards quickly got out and pulled them apart. One of them