Using the key, the guards unlocked the prison cell and brought the frail Hake before Yang Yu.
Extending his bandaged hand, Yang Yu pinched Hake's chin and lifted it slightly.
Hake had a strikingly handsome face that, upon a direct look, bore no difference from that of a cute blonde girl.
There was no hatred in Hake's eyes, nor did he resist; he was like a little cat that had been bullied to the point of docile obedience.
From Yang Yu's perspective, it was inevitably tempting to engage in a duel of sorts.
Perhaps Hake had already known that resistance was futile and his fate as a test subject was inevitable.
Rather than fighting back and suffering, it was better to comply from the start and avoid the pain.
"Hey hey hey! What a nice expression."
The creepy laughter rang out again as Yang Yu took a bottle of purple potion from the System, shook it vigorously, uncorked it with one hand, and poured the liquid forcefully into Hake's mouth.
