"Jack..." Betsey shuffled over, unable to help herself. "Do you mind taking one out and showing it to me?"

She thought back to the pellet that Maria had given him last time. Betsey still remembered how it looked.

Thinking nothing of it, Jack uncapped the bottle and took out a pellet.

“It's different," Betsey muttered under her breath.

She studied the pill closely, feeling a little disappointed.

A dark pellet about the size of a BB bullet sat in Jack's open palm.

It looked nothing Like the chocolate chip kind of thing from the other day, and this was more than twice as small.

She had been right, after all. A Level three pill was not something one just handed out to anyone. Maria couldn't have acquired thirty of them all at once.

Feeling suspicious of this new pill, Betsey decided to dissuade Jack from taking it without proper consideration. She planned to take it to the Ancient Martial Arts Association first, and have it examined by a professional pharmacist.

There should be no problem with that. If the pill was proven to be harmless and even beneficial later on, Jack could just take it then.

But once again, Jack was in a different wavelength from her.

He clapped his hand to his mouth without a second thought, swallowing the pill in one gulp.

" Betsey cried out in horror.

“How can you take it just like

“Wait that?!

Jack shrugged his shoulders. "Miss Jenkins told me to. Didn't you hear her say to take one every day? I have to get back to my practice now. I need to concentrate, so please do not disturb me."

What in the...

Betsey could only blink at him, utterly speechless.

In Raymond's private residence, Colin was half-lying on a treatment table, with a pale face.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Raymond growled, "What's wrong with you? How could Jack hurt you? Didn't you say that you were confident you could disable him?"

“Sir, I did injure him. He has been ruined!" Colin replied hurriedly, struggling to get up. The anger on Raymond's face dissipated a little.

"Well. Jack is the most powerful man in Anthony's consortium. If you managed to get rid of him, it means that you didn't get injured in vain,"

Raymond admitted casually. After a short pause, he turned to the third man in the room, who was wearing a white lab coat.

“Bingham, what's his condition?"