Gene sequencing institution

"Is this the gene sequencing institution?"

Although he only had three hours of wakefulness, Zhang Xuezhou had still followed Zhang Manqian to the institution.

Seeing "Weiyang Martial Arts School" on the signboard, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help questioning his life.

As he understood it, a gene sequencing institution should have been a serious place like a hospital, with people in white coats coming and going.

But the sequencing institution was actually a martial arts school, which struck Zhang Xuezhou as highly unprofessional.

"The sign outside is a cover," Zhang Manqian said. "That's just what they show the public. There's a whole other world inside."

"So that's how it is!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

After what had happened at the Sunshine Psychologist Clinic, Zhang Xuezhou was now wary of such front operations.

They didn't even dare put up a proper sign. Zhang Xuezhou figured there was an eighty percent chance this institution was an illegal operation.

He listened as Zhang Manqian spoke in a low voice about the higher strata, but the more he heard, the more her description sounded like an underground organization.

He wasn't one of those pure, innocent students in an ivory tower, nor was he so easily fooled.

Seeing how eagerly Zhang Manqian looked forward to it, Zhang Xuezhou thought his sister might have become an associate of some underground organization.

Just like Zhufu Yan, whom they had casually roped in to serve as a shield and do their grunt work, Zhang Manqian had very likely ended up in a similar role.

"Unrivaled Hunk Zuo Teng?"

Zhang Xuezhou repeated the name in his mind before following a fiercely determined Zhang Manqian into the Weiyang Martial Arts School.

The school wasn't very large, measuring only a little over two hundred square meters.

For students who needed room to throw punches