C192 Gather

"How's it going? Did you find this guy's weakness yet?"

Liu Han was as frantic as an ant on a hot skillet, pacing back and forth and pressing the researcher beside him for answers.

The researcher, drenched in sweat, was fixated on the microscope.

"Master Divine King... perhaps you should... see for yourself..."

Noticing the researcher's look of dread, Liu Han, in a fit of anger