A Familiar Feeling

"I can't shake the feeling there's something wrong with their reagent!"

As Zhang Xuezhou walked out of the Huatian Gene Sequencing Center, he felt as though he were floating.

He suspected Doctor Wu might have injected him with a stimulant, giving him this sensation of floating in paradise.

More than ten minutes after him, Zhang Manqian entered the Huatian Gene Sequencing Center.

Zhang Xuezhou took off his grimacing mask and squatted on a street corner to wait.

He watched several ants crawl in and out of a crack, bored. When a black car sped up outside the Huatian Gene Sequencing Center, he raised his head slightly, then quickly lowered it again.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't know the name of the man in black who got out of the car, but he knew perfectly well that the man was the person in charge of the Weiyang Martial Arts School.

"Could he be here to investigate me?"

A puzzled look appeared on Zhang Xuezhou's face.

He had moved extremely quickly. After leaving Ren Yisheng's home and meeting Zhang Manqian, he had decided to come for sequencing.

It was now 9:10 in the morning, only thirty-three minutes since he had finished his sequencing.

"It takes an hour and twelve minutes by bus to get from the Weiyang Martial Arts School to the Huatian Gene Sequencing Center, and even driving on the expressway takes half an hour. That means they headed over here within minutes of me finishing the sequencing!"

Unless it was a coincidence, Zhang Xuezhou could only say their timing had been almost down to the minute.

He had barely stepped out the door before they got the information.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the casual clothes he was wearing, then took off his jacket.

He had seen the layout of the Huatian Gene