Although Xu Hao is an enemy, this core member, Mr. Mi, still sincerely praised him.
Mao Junyuan snorted coldly and said, "Hmph! That kid is just a brute; what does he know? We all understand that he's just had incredible luck, obtaining some ancient things handed down from the past. If I had the same good fortune, I would definitely do better than him!"
"Indeed, Xu Hao's luck is truly something. There's no way this formula could be his own creation; it must have been obtained from some ancient legacy. But now he has foolishly let this formula slip out, so he can't blame us. It's his own fault for not taking proper precautions, hahaha!" Mr. Mi laughed.
While the two were talking, the clinical trial participants were brought in, and Mr. Mi began his experiment.
In the evening, when the results came out, Mr. Mi stared at the data on the medical instruments, somewhat dazed.
Mao Junyuan hurriedly asked, "Mr. Mi, are these data good or bad? Why do you seem a bit stunned?"
