Within Strike Range

Reston and Eric didn't know what tricks Jiang Chen was planning. They exchanged glances before looking back at Jiang Chen, waiting for him to continue. The F representative, Tate, narrowed his eyes and repeatedly played with the bottle in his hands, hoping to find something odd.

Just as he squeezed on the cork and was about to sniff it, Jiang Chen spoke again.

"I don't suggest you do that."

Tate stopped mid-action and glared at Jiang Chen.

"Why not?"

"That's the pathogen extract from the zombies; we refer to it as the T virus."

Just as Jiang Chen's words dropped, Tate dropped the bottle in his hand, terrified. The thumb-sized bottle smashed onto the table with a "clang" and the bottle spun two times. Reston and Eric's expressions didn't look too great either. They subconsciously moved back.