Lost Paradise, Unknown Creature Laboratory.
In the plain office, John's eyes were bloodshot as he repeatedly checked the data in the experimental report.
The assistant and the heads of several teams stood nearby, watching their boss anxiously.
John's expression shifted endlessly. After a long while, he finally rasped:
"...So the final results show that the so-called unknown creature sample we worked overtime for days to examine was actually just the tail of a mutated gecko?"
"And it bears markers of a human bloodline..." the assistant added.
The other team leaders wore awkward expressions.
"Xu Nan... What the hell is that guy thinking?!"
Suddenly, John became somewhat hysterical. He yanked hard at his tie and slammed the research report onto the desk. Blood vessels instantly filled his reddened eyes, making him look like a werewolf empowered by a bloodlust spell.
"This is the Unknown Creature Experiment Center!"
"Doesn't he understand what an unknown creature is?"
"It's a fucking unknown creature!"
John vented the fury in his heart like a madman.
Everyone else fell silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to say a word.
Thinking back on the exhausting overtime they had put in over the past few days, they felt both indignant and humiliated.
They were elite technical specialists, yet they had been played like this by some minor warlock!
In truth, the items Xu Nan had sent over on the previous two occasions—whether Mirraku Grass or the Aberration of the Seven Blood God—had both been highly valuable.
The Aberration of the Seven Blood God had even attracted the attention of upper management and been taken over by the more capable Fourth Branch—though "taken over" was just a nice way of saying they had stolen the credit and the achievement. Things like that were common even in the relatively untainted