Shen Xuan stared at the holographic screen in front of him and moved his fingers in the void a few times. The 37th time. He muttered, watching the red warning box pop up again on the screen. Genetic matching degree is 000%. Depend on. He dumped the coffee cup on the table, and the brown liquid splashed out, spreading a stain on the white laboratory table. He didn't bother to wipe it. Outside the window, the light of neon lights filtered in through the gaps in the blinds, illuminating the entire laboratory like a nightclub. At three o'clock in the morning, the city was still awake, or rather, it had never slept. Shen Xuan rubbed his temples.
