When Xia Yu, Tulip, and the Jintan Shun team arrived at the border city.
Thump thump!
North America, Headquarters of the Food Society.
A researcher in a white coat knocked on the laboratory door, and a low voice came from inside: "Come in—"
The white-haired, white-bearded worker, presumably the head of ingredient research at the agency, handed a freshly mixed glass reagent tube to the middle-aged man sitting in the office chair, looking over.
"Is it done?" The middle-aged man shook the test tube.
"Mission accomplished."
The old professor bowed his head and said, "However, due to the lack of ingredient samples and only a small amount of blood, my research team and I have exhausted our efforts to develop this one injection, but the cell concentration is too low to provide you any significant enhancement."
"No matter!"
