His movements were skillful and steady, like a veteran in the field.
The azure liquid was drawn into the syringe, not a drop left behind.
"You said just now that you work in the medical department."
Fang Cheng said while drawing the liquid, as if making casual conversation:
"Someone in medical, but now in charge of the intelligence department's work."
"Looks like the Noah Organization has undergone significant changes recently, lacking manpower."
He pulled out the filled syringe, pointed the needle upwards, and a crystal drop emerged as he expelled the air bubbles.
"You say, If you die here today, will the organization send someone smarter to replace you?"
Fang Cheng held the syringe, step by step approaching Jia Liang.
The soles of his shoes crunched lightly on the wood chips.
Each step felt like it was treading directly on Jia Liang's rapidly beating heart.
Jia Liang's gaze swept over the three corpses that exploded to death next to him.
