"If our bloodline is really as valuable as you say, who knows whether you're keeping us around just to have two lab rats for inhumane experiments?"
Though his entire face was hidden beneath a black hood, Black Super still made a facepalm-like gesture and shook his head. If I really wanted to use you as lab rats, would I need to discuss it with you so nicely? I could just tie you to an operating table.
"Let me make this clear: I have no interest whatsoever in researching the immortality gene that ordinary humans flock to. I never even considered turning you into medicine, making a fortune off longevity, and creating a bunch of old undead fossils.
"If you hadn't been brought here by Alexei, the moment I heard that old man's explanation, I should have killed you and cut off anyone else's chance of seeking the secret of eternal youth from you."
Michael Corvin let out an unwilling sound from deep in his throat. "How are you going to prove what you said?"
"Heh, I need to prove it?" Black Super was genuinely angered into laughter. Normally, when someone asks me about something they don't understand, I can explain it until they do.
"But what I hate most is trying to convince people who don't believe me. Still, I'll be generous today and give you one chance to prove that I don't care about weaklings like you. Mr. Corvin, transform into your strongest form."
"I'll flick you once." Black Super formed a circle with his thumb and middle finger, then snapped his index finger out several times to demonstrate. "Only right here, on your forehead."
He pointed to a fixed spot between his brows. "I'll only flick you once. If you can still stand where you are afterward, I'll