"Who are you!"
Once Lin Shuguang had set his sights on this underground laboratory, its fate had been sealed.
Lin Shuguang held his saber against the long-haired old man's throat, flipping through an experiment notebook with his other hand. "'Gene Modification Technique'? Have you ever succeeded?"
"If you hadn't come here today, I would have succeeded!" the long-haired old man snapped, anguished over his ruined experiment.
Lin Shuguang glanced at him.
Corpses littered the ground around them, their blood flowing in rivers.
The young man on the operating table had already been sucked dry into a desiccated corpse. The fleshy worm that had burrowed out of his body had also long since died beneath Lin Shuguang's saber, yielding a few hundred calories of blood energy value.
"Are those cyborgs from the Divine Temple connected to this Gene Modification Technique of yours?"
The old man remained stubborn. At the question, he immediately declared, "I refuse to answer. You're insulting me! How can you compare such filthy things to my Gene Modification Technique?"
Lin Shuguang raised an eyebrow and pressed his saber closer. Its bone-chilling cold instantly extinguished the little old man's anger.
"Answer what I ask. One more unnecessary word, and I'll chop off your hands so you can never touch another experiment for the rest of your life."
The little old man finally recognized his situation and no longer dared to act petulant.
"Name," Lin Shuguang said flatly.
"Liu... Liu..." Confusion suddenly appeared in the little old man's eyes, as though he had forgotten his own name. After thinking for a while, he said sullenly, "They all call me Dr. Ding. As for my real name, I've already for-forgotten it. It's been a long time since anyone asked what my name was... Well, it doesn't matter anymore."
Lin Shuguang raised