The elder's eyes changed, instinctively exhibiting a body language of resistance, "Evolver's Blood!"
"Exactly." Xu Huo lifted the syringe, his face devoid of expression as he spoke, "Let's gamble with luck. If you can successfully evolve, I may spare your life. If you're unlucky, you'll quickly show degressive traits once this injection is administered, and by then the military personnel will naturally deal with you."
"Has the success rate of evolution been tested before?" He pushed the syringe into the immobilized arm of the elder, "Experience what those forced to evolve feel."
As soon as he finished speaking, the syringe, along with the person, vanished from the car. The elder struggled violently forward but discovered the same two bodyguards sitting beside him. Hastily rolling up his sleeve and seeing the bloodied needle mark, his shoulders slumped as he collapsed into his seat.
