"How many days has it been..."
Ji Jue slumped in the wheelchair with a deep sigh, "Why has there been no movement from the Security Bureau yet? At least give us some big news..."
Surely I won't have to resort to Mutated Transformation myself?
On the polished surface of the mirror appeared a gaunt and haggard face.
The skin pale as though deprived of sunlight for many years, so thin it was just skin and bones, breathing slowly, his condition so severe that even lying in an ICU wouldn't seem strange.
Yet between the strands of pale white hair, within the increasingly darkened pupils, a sinister light flickered inadvertently. The silent, ominous glow.
It was like a demon haunting a corpse, an oppressive and chilling presence.
Now, even if Tong Zhiwu were in front of him, he probably wouldn't recognize Ji Jue anymore.
How long had it been?
He had no clear idea...
It felt like only a few days had passed, yet in his bodily senses, it seemed as long as a month or two.
