—No one would dare!
As a scholar of genetic engineering, Mobius was fully capable of developing life-extension technology.
In this world, some people truly grew more afraid of death the older they got, especially those wealthy people already advanced in years.
Naturally, Mobius readily agreed to their requests. Each side got what it needed, after all~
Within the Flame-Chasers, Mobius did not take any clear stance and did whatever she pleased. The higher-ups had long been dissatisfied with her, so her funding had naturally been cut again and again.
Compared to the ever-growing costs of research, it really was not enough! To keep the laboratory running, she could only come out and seek investment.
After a round of drinking and toasting...
"Heh, amateurs."
Before long, White Night had "taken down" everyone. After all, his constitution had gradually become inhuman. With only this much alcohol in him—laughable, he did not feel a thing.
"Mmm... Little White Mouse~"
A soft, delicate body pounced on him, pressing tightly against White Night's back. There was no need to guess—it was Mobius!
He had lacked experience before and accidentally let her drink a few too many glasses, resulting in this~
White Night admitted that he had harbored a few small thoughts. "Serpent's Moulting" was quite famous, after all, but he had later dismissed them. He truly had not expected Mobius to have such a low alcohol tolerance.
"Alright, alright, Doctor."
"Hmph, I could obviously still drink..."
During this time, Mobius was still not quite conscious. She spoke with a somewhat tsundere tone, yet seemed more genuine as well. "You didn't need to drink for me at all..."
"Yes, yes, Doctor, I know."
With no other choice, White Night could only help Mobius into the car before starting it slowly.
(Don't bring up drunk driving. White