Yang Yi didn't want to use stimulants. Although the ones he used were top-notch with minimized side effects, the side effects were unavoidable, and the addiction was very strong.
No one would use this stuff unless absolutely necessary. But once used, it would definitely have an effect, and a very obvious and significant one at that.
Sleep? Yang Yi wouldn't even be able to yawn for the next thirty-six hours, as his bodily functions would remain at peak state.
Only when the effects of the stimulant wore off would Yang Yi experience the feeling of being physically drained.
The effects of the stimulant started to manifest. Yang Yi's hands no longer trembled, and the weakness and fatigue were now impossible. Clenching his fists, Yang Yi felt his strength at an unprecedented level.
The Cleaner had been silent, and Bonnie hadn't replied, so Yang Yi instinctively sensed danger. He had to keep himself in optimal condition.
