Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, first-floor training room.
"Do you think a room this size can serve as a potion workshop?" Lin Qi pointed at the unused medium-sized training room spanning more than three hundred square meters.
"You really dare take me in?" Yakro looked at Lin Qi in astonishment. "Aren't you going to ask which major power wants the Berserk Potion?"
If not for how helpless her current situation was, she truly would not have wanted to expose her identity as a potion maker. Mentioning the exclusive potion was merely her way of trying to increase her own value.
At the same time, it was also a gamble.
She was testing the foundations of the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, testing Lin Qi's courage, to see whether he could take on this exclusive potion.
If Lin Qi lacked courage and acted overly cautious, or if the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall's foundations were insufficient, then her fate would definitely be miserable. Like every other power, the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall would pry open her mouth, force her to hand over the Berserk Potion's formula, and then dispose of her.
But this was also a choice she had no choice but to make.
Both her hands were ruined. With her barely able to move even her fingers, if she left the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall now, then even with the physical constitution of a Peak Quasi-Martial Artist, she would struggle to survive a week. She had offended quite a few wilderness gangs before, and those gangs all wanted to kill her as quickly as possible. Leaving the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall meant walking down a dead-end road.
Death lay both before and behind her. She could only gamble that the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall was strong enough, that Lin Qi's courage was great