Everything happened in just a few seconds, and Mo Junjie had no time to react. When he reached out to grab Du Beiye's wrist, the injection was already done.
Narrowing his eyes, he stared at her coldly and asked, "What did you inject into me?"
Du Beiye felt the pain in her wrist, but she still met his gaze and replied calmly, "Something to help with your condition."
The moment he heard this, Mo Junjie was stunned. After a moment, he realized belatedly that the constant burning pain inside his body was slowly lessening.
"You—"
"No need to thank me. I didn't do this for you," Du Beiye said casually.
She knew how important Mo Junjie's expertise in the research field was for her sister and for the human race.
She was not so arrogant as to think she could face the Matkuna Race alone. If she wanted to win the battle, she had to gain the human race's help and support. Therefore, this person couldn't die.
