Sally did not take the ring and instead took off her jacket, baring her left shoulder.

Although Frank was afforded a glimpse, he had no intention of ogling-instead, he was staring at the tattoo of a dragon head on Sally’s shoulder.

“It’s a terrible curse!” she exclaimed. “Everytime I felt sick and went to the hospital to check, every type of terminal symptom seemed to happen all at once-tumor growth, organ failure, everything! “Worst of all, by the next visit, all the old symptoms will be gone, replaced by new symptoms!”

Frank understood right then. “So you’re suggesting that the spiritron vein is torturing you to death!”

Sally flashed a pained smile, nodding. “That’s why I have to help you if I don’t want that, not to mention that it helps my research. It doesn’t matter if you doubt me I’m already on death’s door!” Frank naturally believed her-how else would a farmgirl suddenly turn into the kingpin of Shagan, doing anything she liked?

Nonetheless, Sally led Frank to the wooden table, took the ring on it, and turned a dial.

A holographic keyboard was projected, and Sally typed something before pressing enter.