How did Dr. William know that Jiangcheng’s body was currently inhabited by his mortal enemy, Ren Yuanhao?
“Kid, you’re tired of living!”
“Yes, yes, I am tired of living, why don’t you hit me?” Ren Yuanhao stuck his head out, a defiant look on his face. Seeing that the other party dared not move, he immediately burst into laughter in a dry voice, “Oh, I get it, I’m your ancestor now, right? If you anger me, you won’t be able to explain to your superiors, right?”
Ren Yuanhao took two steps forward and suddenly raised his hand. Dr. William was about to dodge, but how could he possibly evade the opponent’s electric-like speed? He was immediately slapped squarely again.
“You keep talking about the food chain, don’t you? If I kill you all one by one, you won’t have any complaints, will you?”
Ren Yuanhao’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his fist, his eyes flashing with a cold, crescent-moon-like light.
The group of madmen, seeing their leader insulted, stood there stunned, showing no intention of stepping forward to help. This was because, in their minds, the living data represented by Subject 137 had long surpassed Dr. William’s value!
These were a group of data-obsessed madmen with no genuine emotions, but Dr. William’s right-hand men. Seeing their leader so humiliated, they naturally couldn’t stand it. They raised their equipment and aimed it at Ren Yuanhao.
“Try to touch me again?” Big Ben pulled back the safety. “I can’t guarantee my hand won’t shake if it’s provoked!”
“Big Ben, put the gun down!”
“Put it down!”
“Are you crazy? This is such a perfect living specimen, put it down immediately!”
The bald men were all in agreement, continuously pressuring Big Ben.
“Damn it, how can you lunatics speak for an outsider!”
Big Ben frowned, showing no intention of releasing the trigger.
“You little brat, don’t you know what living specimen 137 means to us?”
“Put it down, don’t force us to attack you.”
The bald man who spoke took something from his waist and unhesitatingly aimed it at Big Ben. It seemed that if Big Ben made any move, that bald man would pull the trigger without hesitation!
The atmosphere became tense, with both sides at a standstill. Under the blinding white light, Ren Yuanhao remained unconcerned. He directly raised his hand and delivered another solid slap to Dr. William.
*Slap*!
This slap made Dr. William’s face resemble a ripe watermelon, with blood gushing out.
Seeing this, Big Ben’s anger surged, and just as he was about to step forward, Dr. William held him back.
“Don’t move, those lunatics won’t hold back.”
Ren Yuanhao snorted coldly. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and an extremely strange sense of detachment suddenly struck his heart!
—Is the time for the Soul Displacement Body Possession Secret Art about to run out?
Ren Yuanhao had to think so. He then looked up at the complex network of pipes and cultivation vessels. Anger surged within him, and in a flash, he snatched the item from Big Ben’s hand!
“What do you want to do!” Dr. William panicked, while the faces of the madmen turned pale!
Ren Yuanhao had no time to explain. He directly swept his weapon across the terminal that was transmitting data!
“You want to transmit data, then transmit it!”
Ren Yuanhao laughed heartily. The bald man holding the Beretta dared not move. Ren Yuanhao then smashed through various control consoles and culture dishes. Sparks flew from the wires, accompanied by deafening noise. The entire underground laboratory plunged into darkness due to the disruption of the electrical system!
“Quick, turn on the emergency lights, don’t let Subject 137 escape!”
William ignored the flames spewing from the gun barrel and, along with Big Ben, lunged at Ren Yuanhao. Just then, Ren Yuanhao felt an unbearable sensation like being in both ice and fire. A green light poured down from the top of his head, illuminating the entire underground laboratory in a ghostly, flickering manner.
“Hold him down, quickly, you old lunatics, come and help!”
William roared, the pervasive smoke choking his throat and causing him to cough violently. However, he didn’t know that the person he was pinning down had already completed the soul exchange, and the real Jiangcheng had returned to his body!
Chaos ensued all around. Dr. William and Ben suddenly found that the precious Subject 137 had gone still. They were filled with fear, thinking that a genetic mutation within him had killed the host.
Fortunately, when Big Ben checked his breath, he was still breathing, and the two finally relaxed.
“How is Subject 137?”
“Is he alright?”
The madmen shouted their questions. William looked up and shook his head at them, indicating that everything was proceeding smoothly.
“Boss William, the terminal for data transmission is malfunctioning!”
“Check if it’s a hard failure. This data is extremely important, we must recover it!”
While ordering people to check and maintain the data, William instructed Big Ben to carry Jiangcheng to a restraint chair and imprison him, lest he go berserk again upon waking.
“Does this Mandala gene cause host frenzy, or personality changes?” William pondered to himself, looking around meaningfully.
The place he had been confined to for three years was instantly destroyed by this Jiangcheng. The experimental subjects held in the cultivation dishes lay scattered on the ground, green liquid flowing everywhere, and electric sparks jumping on the damaged cables. It looked eerie and desolate, like the end of the world, or a living hell.
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Meanwhile, Ren Yuanhao’s soul had returned to its original position. It was unclear whether it was due to the use of the Soul Displacement Body Possession Secret Art or because he was genuinely severely injured. Although he could sense his soul’s return, he could not wake up immediately.
This state was similar to dreaming. Everything he could see was hazy, as if through frosted glass. However, strangely, he could hear the conversation of the three women.
“They’ve been gone for so long, why aren’t they back yet? I’m so worried!”
“Didn’t Yuanhao say that their souls swapped? Perhaps, by now, their souls have each returned to their rightful places.”
Just as Yang Lingxue was about to get up, Ye Lan pressed her back down again.
At this moment, the most distressed was probably Shen Lanni. She lay beside Yun Qinghe with serious injuries, speaking in a low, almost murmured tone.
“Master, do you remember the first time we met? You said I was like a rebellious cat, exuding an uncontrollable ferocity, difficult to discipline. You also asked me what my purpose in learning martial arts was. Do you remember my answer? I said I learned martial arts for revenge, not for any noble purpose.”