Chapter 13 (1/2)

He Lin sat on the king-sized dark-colored bed. A thin quilt was strewn over his lower body up to his waist barely covering his assets. Rather, it accentuated the bare flesh of his body and the well-built rise and valley of his muscles, exuding a sexy luster under the soft lighting.

No more than ten minutes, He Lin slowly opened his eyes. Although the very fibers of his strained body deeply longed for sleep and rest, his active mental power kept him from falling into a peaceful sleep.

He kneaded his throbbing temples and got up to splash his face with water in the bathroom. He then trod back to the bedroom, pulled open the bedside drawer, and took out a metal box that contained the exact medicines he ordered from Huahua World—twelve vials excluding the supplementary gift, Zhenling Pill.

He Lin initially planned to give these drugs to Zog for testing but changed his mind by the last minute. If a gift out of gratitude could calm a frenzied S-level mental power in a mere minute, then what would be the level of efficacy of the main medicine?

He was unsure if Roy was aware of the value and particularity of high-level specialized drugs when she took his order. A therapist or a pharmacist who could refine A-level specialized drugs to a 4-star medium-grade, no matter which country they were from, was a target of competition for all parties.

Roy was only a Level 3 therapist with no illustrious family background and strong personal background. Once people targeted him, trouble would surely follow. Some people who sought nothing but profit would be unlikely to give him any choice of his own at all. If they could not exercise complete control of him, then they would stop at nothing to take his prescription instead.

It could be seen from Roy’s investigation data that the young man bore an introverted personality, had no clue about the ways of the world, and might not even realize what astonishing talents he possessed. Recalling back to how casual he was in taking his orders, He Lin highly suspected that Roy had not thought there was any difference between specialized and ordinary medicines.

In fact, there was still a difference, that was, one was high-priced and limited, and the other yielded a small profit but rapid turnover.

Out of a protective mentality, He Lin decided not to take out those medicines for testing. With his powerful spiritual sense of touch alone, even without proper instrument help, he could roughly analyze the intrinsic quality of the medicines and whether they contained poison.

Regardless of their specific effects, based on their appearance alone, the twelve pills refined by Roy possessed spirituality that ordinary drugs did not have.

With this in mind, He Lin logged onto the Star Network and clicked on the webpage of Huahua World.

Ding dong — a tiny window popped out on the center of the page, spasming side to side the entire time.

‘Feixing Dose?’

He Lin followed the icon included in the notification and found the “Daily Free New Products.” The first thing he saw was the three-dimensional image suspended in the center, showcasing two semicircular containers with sparkling and translucent golden liquids, like gems, that flow continuously on their own. Next to the products was a brief introduction to Feixing Dose.

[Feixing Dose. A 3-star medium-grade specialized function, portable type medicine. It requires acute mental power to control the volatilization of medicine, and is offered as a set of two that can last for 720 hours of flight.]

There was a demo video below the text.

He Lin clicked on it, and a fully three-dimensional image unfolded before his eyes. A slender silhouette of a person stood on the very edge of a building, overlooking the bustling activities under his feet. Without warning, “he” moved, leaped, and flew towards the vast expanse of darkness and light underneath. “He” conducted a magnificent and awesome performance.

The golden streams of light streaked across the sky. Along with the movements of the pilot, various lights and shadows were transformed, and everything was engulfed by He Lin’s deep eyes; twinkling with a peculiar radiance evoking memories hidden deep within his heart.

The vague silhouette of the figure in the video gradually overlapped with the blue light he saw on the seafloor on the day of the airplane crash.

“He” descended on the top of the tower, turned around, and faced the camera.

A handsome face unbosomed itself before He Lin’s eyes without warning.

“So it was you…” A low baritone voice sounded in the bedroom, and two clusters of brilliant flame ignited in He Lin’s orbs.

The ray of light in his memory had, at long last, turned to be real and came into his world.

A short beeping sound caught his attention and noticed that there was only less than a minute left before the Feixing Dose auction.

He Lin exited the video and began bidding right off the bat. He practically, perhaps because of his reflex or by his natural disposition, became the first bidder.

[Fuck, who is this! ! !]

[I am not seeing things wrong, right? 30,000?]

[Can’t we all bid well? The starting price is only 500!]

[This internet speed truly is blazing fast as it’s flying. I only have a 0.2-second delay on my side, and the bidding over there has already been finished!]

[MDZZ, the local tyrant is amazing!]

While netizens were clamoring and cursing, the original price of 30,000 abruptly jacked up to 35,000 for no reason.

[What the fucking fuck. Another local tyrant emerges.]

[For this auction, I took out my three-month pocket money. But it turned out that I didn’t even have a chance to fucking bid.]

35,000 soared to 50,000.

[…In an instant, this became a Shura field for local tyrants.]