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Doctor Chu raised his mechanical fingers and pushed up the glasses that weren't actually on his nose.

On that poreless, bionic face, a stiff, distorted expression gradually emerged, a mixture of greed and wariness.

He turned and looked towards the end of the main laboratory.

There, a 20-meter-high heavy water high-pressure chamber was operating in a highly dangerous state, with glaring yellow alarm lights spinning wildly on the top of the chamber.

Through half a meter of radiation-proof lead glass, one could vaguely see a colossal creature, composed of countless deformed limbs and Genes chains, slowly pulsating in the nutrient solution.

A striking red notification appeared on the screen: [God's Chosen Phase Four Genes Fusion in progress, Stability: 61.4%].

"Mentor," the deputy beside him nervously handed over the electronic display, "The entire Seventh Special Operations Team has been wiped out, Black Street in the Lower City is currently in a power vacuum. Should we immediately mobilize the law enforcement guards to seal off the Lower City and use heavy artillery positions for a full-scale purge?"

Doctor Chu gave him a cold glance.

"Idiot."

The cold, mechanical voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Mobilizing the guards has alerted those old parasites in the Inner City Council, and the God's Chosen Project here will immediately be halted for investigation."

Doctor Chu tapped his finger on the control panel, bringing up a satellite thermal image of A-1 Building, Black Street.

"That brother and sister are the perfect model. The brother's body can defy Genes collapse and forcefully break through, while the sister's blood possesses the divine power to cleanse Genes toxins. The fact that they've taken over the small building in the Black Street means they crave a stable sanctuary and won't be fleeing to the Wasteland anytime soon."

He pressed the red alert command.

"Suspend the armed purge. Raise the danger rating of the two individuals to SSS level. Launch three miniature stealth surveillance buoys to lock onto the Black Street Airspace. Once the God's Chosen Phase Four has fully awakened, I will personally go and retrieve them."

"Yes!"

Black Street, A-1 Building A.

The morning light pierced through the thick industrial haze, casting dappled patterns of light on the floor.

A metal pot simmered on the stove, containing dehydrated vegetables and premium beef jerky that the Iron Wolf Gang had searched in their secret room, the aroma slowly filling the room.

Fourteen-year-old Chen Xi sat on a small round stool, carefully stirring the meat broth with a small spoon.

The girl's complexion was much rosier than it had been a few days ago, and her previously sallow and thin cheeks had regained a healthy flesh color.

In the tiny gaps where her fingertips touched the wooden spoon, wisps of clear, gentle steam flowed silently, quietly seeping into the boiling soup. The entire pot of synthetic broth, which originally had a slightly bitter taste from preservatives, was transformed by this steam, developing an indescribable sweet and mellow aroma.

"Brother, it's ready to eat."

Chen Xi raised her head, revealing a clean smile.

In her eyes, there was no despair or numbness of this wasteland, only her wholehearted trust and attachment to her brother.

That pure and innocent sentiment transformed into invisible, warm white waves, seeping into Chen Fan's brow like spring rain nourishing all things.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, the roots of that Red Dust Dao Seed stretched outward by half an inch, Taiji life-and-death vortex slowly rotated, Bone Refinement the Third Tier Qi and Blood in his body that had just broken through to become even more condensed and steel-like.

Chen Fan picked up the rough porcelain bowl and took a sip of the hot soup.

"The cooking time is good."

He was concise and to the point.

Chen Xi smiled and was about to serve the second bowl when a loud and noisy engine roar suddenly came from downstairs.

Rumble!!

That was the vibration of a heavy diesel truck recklessly driving over the narrow alleyway.

The street corner ruins, which were already mostly demolished, emitted painful cracking sounds under the heavy pressure.

Clatter

Zhang the Lame, who was sweeping up metal scraps outside the courtyard, threw down his shovel and stumbled forward with his crutch, trying to stop him.

However, three heavy-duty trucks painted in a green snakeskin camouflage pattern crashed through the barricades at the alley entrance and came to a stop across the open space outside the building.

The car door slammed open.

More than ten thugs, wearing light bulletproof vests and carrying heavy shotguns and electromagnetic submachine guns, jumped off the truck bed and quickly formed a combat formation.

On each person's collar was tattooed a red venomous snake with its head raised and tongue out.

The Iron Wolf Gang's archenemy, the Viper Gang, is a long-established force entrenched in the West District's sewers and water transfer station.

"Get out of here, you cripple!"

The leader of the group raised his leg and kicked Zhang the Lame hard in the chest.

With a sharp crack, Zhang the Lame groaned in pain and flew several meters backward, crashing into the courtyard wall and spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

The man who kicked the person was in his early thirties, with a greasy mustache, deep-set eyes, and two cold red glints in his eyes.

On the palm of his right hand, a wisp of orange-yellow flame flickered nimbly between his fingers, emitting a pungent smell of burnt sulfur.

Chixin, deputy leader of the Viper Gang and Second Tier fire-controlling Esper.

Chixin, wearing military boots, stepped over the wreckage of Mecha and dark bloodstains scattered on the ground. His gaze lingered for a moment on the twisted and torn thick steel plates, his pupils contracting slightly.

Even though I had heard about it before, seeing the Yaksha Mecha being dismantled alive still sent a chill down my spine.

But he quickly suppressed his emotions, turned his head to look at the three heavy trucks behind him, and a haughty smile appeared on his lips.

Iron Wolf is a brainless savage who charges around recklessly, relying on his slightly modified body.

But the Viper Gang is different.

Behind them stood the renowned Far East Chamber of Commerce in the inner city, which monopolized nearly 40% of the clean water and high-energy nutritional paste quotas in the entire Lower City.

With guns, medicine, and water, they were gods in this Black Street.

"Hey upstairs, that was satisfying!"

Chixin stood with his hands on his hips in the open space directly in front of the small building, channeling his inner energy, and his voice boomed like thunder as it crashed into the second-floor window.

"That stray dog Iron Wolf was hogging the latrine without doing his business. Brother, you've rid our Black Street of this scourge—that's a truly brilliant move!"

There was no response from the second floor; only the curtains swayed gently in the breeze.

A flicker of displeasure crossed Chixin's eyes, but his smile deepened, though his voice now carried an undeniable air of condescension:

"Let's not beat around the bush. Iron Wolf is dead, and this A-1 Building, along with the surrounding land, cannot become an abandoned wasteland. Our gang leader values talent and has specially prepared generous gifts, personally inviting me to pay him a visit!"

He waved.

The truck bed slid down, revealing twenty neatly arranged boxes of high-purity, sealed mineral water, five boxes of compressed beef cans, and a bulletproof suitcase gleaming with a metallic sheen.

Chixin stepped forward and snapped the briefcase open.

Inside lay three vials of potion with a pale blue sheen, and a gold badge engraved with intricate serpentine patterns.

"Three vials of Second Tier Genes stabilizer, and fifty high-purity radiation-resistant crystal nuclei."

Chixin raised his chin and said loudly:

"As long as you nod your head, the position of vice leader of the Viper Gang is yours! From now on, you'll be on equal footing with us, receiving a monthly supply of special inner-city potions. In two years, the gang leader can even use his connections with the Far East Chamber of Commerce to get you a Third-Class Upper Citizen's permit to enter the city!"