Sitting in the infirmary of the Central Domain Seventh Outpost, Yan Luo holds a cup of hot tea, looking at the military doctor opposite him.
The military doctor holds his dical report, his brows furrowed.
"How much dicine have you actually injected into yourself?"
The regular examination couldn’t detect Yan Luo’s special nature, it could only find the high hormone levels in his body.
Of course, the high concentration is relative to ordinary people. For Yan Luo, this hormone level is just right; any less and he’d feel unwell.
Although the report shows a severe hormone overdose, the military doctor can understand the situation.
As an ordinary person, Yan Luo wants to hunt in the Abyss like the Engravers and indeed needs to enhance his abilities.
Relying solely on the exoskeleton isn’t enough; he also needs to enhance his physical functions.
However, he’s taken quite a lot of dicine. Such high hormone levels, yet Yan Luo still seems fine; he must be one of those with legendary drug resistance, with a hormonal tolerance at least five tis that of a normal person.
Only this can explain why Yan Luo has such high hormone concentrations in his body.
"Not too much, I guess," Yan Luo casually brushes off.
He knows his body well, knows he hasn’t injected... oh, he has had quite a few potent stimulants.
But those potent stimulants are nothing to his body.
Now, Yan Luo is wrapped in bandages, able to speak and move normally, but folks at the outpost still think there’s sothing wrong with him.
After all, having been electrocuted by the Lightning Gecko for so long and still being alive could be considered a stroke of luck.
Ultimately, Yan Luo didn’t get on a stretcher; he asked the outpost soldiers to help retrieve his exoskeleton components.
They’re the Tenglong II model, priced nearly thirty to forty million. That’s how much Yan Luo has earned since becoming a Hunter.
Yan Luo takes a sip of tea and asks the military doctor, "Has the demon tide started?"
In his final confrontation with the Lightning Gecko, Yan Luo’s goggles were damaged, but fortunately, the storage chip was intact, with all information stored securely.
The outpost has spare smart devices, though they haven’t been delivered to Yan Luo yet.
Upon hearing this, the military doctor joined his index and middle fingers on his left hand, placing them on his temple, and a stream of information appeared on his retina.
After a quick browse, the military doctor put down his hand and shook his head, "Not yet, but so demons have already erged from the Abyss. Various exploration towns are sending reinforcents to the Abyss to ensure the Hunters can withdraw in ti."
Before the demon tide begins, Hunter’s Guilds in various exploration towns organize Hunters to enter the Abyss, eting those still hunting in the Abyss near the entrances as the tide begins.
Hunters responsible for reception don’t stay too long in the Abyss because, as ti progresses, close to the tide’s arrival, the number of demons near the entrances increases, sotis exponentially.
If so Hunters think they can scout around, then sorry, the reception Hunters won’t wait; they’ll withdraw at the first sign of trouble.
At this ti, Hunters remaining in the Abyss could either wait quietly for the tide to end or be killed by demons.
Yan Luo fell silent, turning to gaze out the window.
Outside is a vast sandy desert, where sand is whipped around by swirling winds, and sunlight pours down as if trying to boil the sandy sea.
Amid twisting light and shadows outside the window in the heat, the air conditioning inside the outpost runs continuously, offering a refreshing coolness.
Yet Yan Luo’s heart finds no solace in this coolness, only anxiety.
As a Crimson No.2 Hunter, not being able to stand with his colleagues at such a ti is really disgraceful.
The infirmary door opens, and a middle-aged man dressed as an officer walks in with two soldiers.
"Hello Mr. Yan, I’m the captain of the Central Domain Seventh Outpost, you can call Captain Ibrahim."
Ibrahim looks at the man sitting on the bed, his eyes showing a hint of subtlety.
He witnessed Yan Luo being electrocuted by the Lightning Gecko for a while and afterward, Yan Luo still looked unruffled as he walked onto the armored vehicle, rode it to the outpost.
Ibrahim thinks Yan Luo might be stubbornly holding on, surprised to find he’s really fine, now sitting up in bed with a straight back.
Yan Luo nods, "Hello Captain, I’m Yan Luo. Can you tell when the smart device prepared for will arrive? I need it to reassure my friends."
Ibrahim chuckles, turns around, takes a box from the hands of a soldier beside him, and hands it to Yan Luo, "Here you go."
Without hesitation, Yan Luo takes the box and opens it, revealing a pair of goggles identical to the ones he used before.
Opening the side cover of the goggles, inserting the storage chip, then Yan Luo puts on the goggles.
The chip includes detection and antivirus programs, capable of identifying any surveillance programs and devices, sothing Yan Luo spent a lot on, yet worth every penny.
Beep beep!
Upon hearing this warning tone, Ibrahim freezes.
Yan Luo glances at Ibrahim, dismantles the goggles in front of him, prying out a monitoring device.
Ibrahim’s lips twitch as he says in a low voice, "Mr. Yan, sorry, we really didn’t know. We haven’t touched these devices since they were purchased..."
— Yeah right! That monitoring device was installed by them!
Such words Ibrahim could never utter, so he resorted to so pleasantries.
He never anticipated Yan Luo not only installed detection software on the storage chip but would dismantle the goggles before them, extracting the monitoring device.
It’s practically like slapping them in the face!
But at a ti like this, having their faces slapped, they can neither act rashly nor express displeasure.
Yan Luo didn’t expose Ibrahim’s petty sche; he casually said "No problem" before logging into his account to contact his friends.
Seeing Yan Luo’s overbearing deanor, Ibrahim couldn’t help growing sowhat annoyed.
After all, he’s an important outpost chief, holding a captain rank, soon to be promoted to major.
Thus Ibrahim’s tone grew cold, "Mr. Yan, could you tell us how you killed the Lightning Gecko?"
Yan Luo paused his conversation with his friends, looking at Ibrahim calmly, "I chopped it to death with a heat axe."
"I’m not asking about that!"
Ibrahim frowned, "How did you, as an ordinary person, kill the Lightning Gecko after losing your exoskeleton?"
Yan Luo calmly replied, "Because I used so materials produced from the Abyss, making my body strong."
It’s a story concocted by him and Sasa; if soone is willing to believe, they can be fooled.
But Ibrahim clearly didn’t buy Yan Luo’s story.
He sees ’value’ in Yan Luo, suspecting Yan Luo might possess a secret, a secret leading to his strength.
If he could obtain that secret, promotions and wealth would follow swiftly.
Everyone knows an ordinary person shouldn’t be able to kill a City-breaking Level Demon. The defense capabilities of such demons are extraordinary, making Yan Luo’s heat axe unlikely to breach its defenses theoretically.
"Sigh..."
Yan Luo suddenly sighed.
Ibrahim felt uneasy, intending to retreat, call for soldiers to protect himself, only to see Yan Luo suddenly leap from the bed, causing a sharp pain in his gut as his feet left the ground, and surroundings blurred.
— Bang!
Yan Luo punched Ibrahim, sending him flying, crashing through the infirmary door, landing on the hallway wall outside before coming to a halt.
The two soldiers behind Ibrahim froze montarily but quickly pointed their guns at Yan Luo.
"Don’t—ugh!"
Yan Luo springs up his left leg, kicking the two soldiers left and right, sending them flying.
The military doctor stands agape, still holding Yan Luo’s dical report.
Yan Luo glances at him, sliding two fingers over his forehead in farewell, then removes an iron pipe from the bed, striding out of the infirmary.
The combat is about to begin again!
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