Standing beside Jamel, Alexander spoke disdainfully: “I know you're faking it, and I know someone will probably come to save you. But since I’m intrigued by genetic modification, I’ll let you go this time. I hope next time we meet, you’ll have your priorities straight."
Jamel suppressed the urge to curse Alexander and continued pretending to be lifeless.
"Damn it, of course, I know how to think! How was I supposed to know you were this strong, pretending to be useless just to mess with people!"
His thoughts roiled with frustration: “It's all because the level of genetic modification was too low. I need to go back and work on secondary gene mutations. I have to become the strongest in the world."
The intensity of his inner turmoil made his breathing nearly falter.
"Haha, your breathing
