Liu Jinghui was playing with his phone, occasionally observing Jiang Yuan.
He was a cerebral person, naturally not needing to hunch over a microscope like a techie, studying back and forth.
This also let Liu Jinghui notice something strange. Originally, Jiang Yuan was looking at the manual and microscope, but now he seemed to be staring off into space, like a student zoning out halfway through class.
Liu Jinghui couldn't help but chuckle; this state of Jiang Yuan was quite a sight for newcomers. If the police and criminals could choose each other, this look of Jiang Yuan would probably be chosen by many.
In Liu Jinghui's mind, images of a dragon slaughtering an array appeared... Those sharp dragon claws, one grab, one throw, ended the lives of several criminals; the burst of dragon fire, one spray, one sweep, ended the lives of a bunch of criminals; the hefty dragon tail, one slam, one turn, ended the lives of a camp of criminals...
