Clones?
Wenren Sheng thought for a moment and immediately understood.
These people's guesses were very likely correct.
These clone robbers were probably similar to his Puppet Men.
After all, traveling outside carried risks, so the scientists had created clones to act in their place.
However, they were not Puppet Men. They were people, and people had independent minds.
These clones' lifespans were probably limited as well, and any lifespan they earned would be transferred to their originals.
Having figured this out, he made no move. He merely wanted to see what else these robbers could do.
Moreover, he noticed a key issue—clearly, lifespan transfers were not directly controlled by Years City's management.
Otherwise, transfers involving such enormous amounts of lifespan would definitely have drawn immediate attention and undergone layers of scrutiny.
In the outside world, even bank transfers above a certain amount had to go through many procedures.
Several possibilities came to mind.
At that moment, the robbers had already begun forcing everyone to transfer their lifespans.
Only then did Wenren Sheng realize just how wealthy these people were.
"12,300 years, 13,450 years—7,003 years..." The robbers called out the figures as they transferred lifespans.
Not one of these researchers had less than five thousand years! No wonder they lived extravagantly, worked so desperately, and valued papers more highly than the sky.
If the tycoons from his previous life saw this, wouldn't they die of envy?
There were over a hundred people and only five or six robbers, but they worked efficiently. In less than half an hour, it was Wenren Sheng's turn.
Naturally, Wenren Sheng would not take the risk of transferring his lifespan to these people.
He had seen far too many traps.
Just as he was about to make his move, Madam Hans, who had a gun pointed