"What exactly are you?"
Su Yuqing’s voice was like an ice blade, slicing through the stagnant air of the apartment. Her fingertips remained suspended in mid-air. The flickering blue hologram from a moment ago had vanished, but the System Spirit’s unfinished warning—"Host, be careful"—seemed to linger in the room.
Lin Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He stood in the center of the living room, his left arm wrapped in a bandage stained with a faint trace of blood—a wound from his struggle with a hacker the night before. The first-aid kit sat open on the coffee table, with the anti-inflammatory medication Su Yuqing had brought scattered nearby.
Chapter 152