Volume One, Chapter 93: Experiment Failed

Zhang Hong skillfully peeled the skin from the other’s chest, then set it aside with great care.

“The skin tissue is perfectly normal, a bit tougher than the average person,” he announced.
“The internal organs are intact, structure shows no abnormalities.”
“…”
As he dissected, Zhang Hong continued to speak his observations aloud—a habit formed over years of autopsies.

Montage was still somewhat unaccustomed to the process, and didn’t immediately grasp Zhang Hong’s intent. Li Yi was more direct; he was eager to understand the foundation of the friendship between Shen Zhibin and Zhang Jiajun.

“I have good news for you, and I also have bad news. Which do you want to hear first?” Captain Liu teased.

With a dull thud, the bronze mirror on the vanity merely quivered, but Huan’er fell to the floor, staring at Mo Yunxiao in shock.

“I was wrong! Please give me a chance!” Boss Dai, knowing full well he was no match for Xu Yang, surrendered without hesitation.

Her face was still beautiful, but sorrowful and forlorn. Streaks of drying tears traced her cheeks, and her features were etched with endless grievance and misery.

He was about to board the car, feeling inexplicably uneasy, when he suddenly looked up in alarm at the building across the street. Yet there was nothing—only the howling wind and a lone bird soaring along the horizon. The large water buffalo SUV was gone, leaving the world so empty it felt as though he himself didn’t exist.

Lansi didn’t even plead for mercy; she knew it would be useless. With so many witnesses, the crimes of the Queen and Du Silun were irrefutable—there was no saving them.

Perhaps resigned to the inevitable, the king began seeking out Los’ virtues, trying to comfort himself with whatever good he could find.

Moreover, the assassination mission had failed; he had no idea how he’d explain himself to the one who ordered it.

Lu Yi, however, was different from the others. He simply ate his bowl of tofu pudding in silence, never touching any of the other dishes on the table.

This year, the court was embroiled in fierce debate over these two matters. It was no surprise that the young emperor would pose such a question.

Listening to the events of years past, the emperor’s face held no trace of triumph. He only gazed down at the gray-brown earth at his feet, the faint scent of blood drifting to his nose. His heart gave a sudden jolt. So many years had passed, yet the blood soaked into this land had not completely faded.

Before him was a simple white jade hairpin, engraved with ancient script.

Only upon arriving at headquarters and meeting someone like Elder Qi did she realize things were far more complicated than she had imagined.

There were still plenty of goods left on the truck—they all needed to be unloaded. The house was spacious, and the yard was large; there was room for everything.

Zhao Chanyang immediately resorted to his “old trick”; using the Ice Demon’s body, he swung his sharp claws at the surrounding walls.

Seeing this, Zhao Chanyang quickly shifted into a “serpentine movement,” weaving left and right to avoid the Spider Knight’s attacks.

Selicia was aloof and indifferent, never putting anyone in her eyes. Fortunately, Zhao Chanyang had failed so many times that he was no longer put off by such a cold princess.

Wuda knew that if he made a move now, he would not prevail, so he resigned himself and retreated into the cave.

She looked at Sima Yu as she spoke. Sima Yu’s sword-like brows knit slightly, his expression saying “No.”

Now, transformed once more into the appearance of a ten-year-old, there was likely no one in the world—except for Bai Qingya—who could recognize Bai Le.

Though there was mutual gratitude between the two, they were not close enough to trust one another implicitly. To give away such a valuable asset with nothing in return left Adam uneasy. He was no saint; he was certain William had his reasons, but he could not fathom what they were.

When the time came, the only thing awaiting the island nation would be disaster or humiliation. At the very least, as things stood, the island nation was in no position to resist the Americans.