Damian sat in the corner of the ruins quietly, he took out a cigarette, lit the end, then began to take a sip. The man was not someone who was addicted to smoking, nor was he someone who would smoke when he was stressed. He only smoked because he wanted to, there was no other reason.
Leon walked over with big steps, he lowered his head. "General, they have antibodies to the poison."
"I thought of it after they broke into the laboratory." Damian exhaled his cigarette smoke calmly. "Don't make excuses, are you anxious because of Rolan and Leona's relationship?"
"Did you know?" Leon asked, his pupils slightly dilated in surprise. "Am I the only one who doesn't know that?"
"That's because you're too stupid." The general snorted loudly. "They're very obvious."
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