Where Is This, a Resurrection Point?

Where Is This, a Resurrection Point?

The Golden Phoenix Type Eight sprawled on the ground struggled to its feet. Inside, the captain endured the agonizing pain and injected himself with the second dose.

Strength and medicine flowed into his body together. Boundless energy erupted within him in an instant, further bloating his physique.

His muscles had already been stimulated to their limit. More muscle tissue mixed with sweat and gushed out of the mech, turning into biological glue that sealed the wound in his abdomen.

The captain, now half puppet and half biological creature, waved his eight arms and lunged madly at Chen Yu. At the same time, he shouted, "No entry without an invitation!"

Looking at the Golden Phoenix Type Eight, which no longer looked human or ghostly yet still charged at him, Chen Yu said in confusion, "Risking your life for eight hundred a month? You injected so much stuff your brains must be leaking out."

"Eighty thousand a month would be more like it," Qiu Bufan said. "He retired from the military, so that figure is perfectly normal. But that also means his job options are limited. He can't get into anything except the affiliated schools of some universities."

Chen Yu shot Qiu Bufan a sidelong glance. "You dare speak now?"

"I dared once I knew Teacher Zhao was one of us. Teacher Zhao, what are we doing next?"

Pointing at Sky River Hotel behind him, Zhao Ziri said, "Chen Yu, charge in and learn how to slaughter the powerful elites of a university. You there?"

"I'm Little Qiu," Qiu Bufan said obediently.

"Get me a cup of flower tea. Make it a little sweet."

"Okay!"

Although she realized that, in Teacher Zhao's eyes, she might not be as useful as that cup of flower tea, Qiu