"Bang." "Bang." "Bang."
Ten minutes earlier, when Lu Xin had pinned Little Nineteen against the corner of the wall three times in a row, the laboratory had shaken along with them.
The test tubes, the green liquid in the pool, and the chocolate on the operator's desk all trembled slightly. It was as if the basement was experiencing a mild earthquake. Even the fluorescent lights flickered erratically for a moment.
"What was that?"
Zhao Shiming, who was wearing white gloves and adjusting the chemicals in a flask, frowned slightly and stopped what he was doing.
Not far away, Chen Xun gently pulled the mask from his face.
He carefully lifted a slightly wriggling brain that possessed a strange beauty and placed it beside Zhao Shiming.
As he admired the brain, a smile appeared on his face. "That is the Tyrant's power."
Zhao Shiming was slightly stunned. He turned around stiffly. "The Tyrant you stole?"
"Yes, but it is incomplete."
As he spoke, Chen Xun removed his gloves and said, "Of course, it is just as terrifying."
Zhao Shiming glanced at the pool. The red electronic display above it showed the progress of their experiment:
97%
He was silent for a while before asking, "Do we have enough time?"
"I will secure enough time."
Chen Xun had already walked aside. He removed his white coat and hung it neatly on the coat rack.
Then he took his exquisite watch and gold-rimmed glasses from a miscellaneous storage box nearby. He slowly put the watch on and the glasses over his face. He even straightened his clothes in front of the mirror and lightly smoothed his hair.
At that moment, he no longer looked like a researcher.
Instead, he looked like a well-dressed young talent who, despite being somewhat older, still