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The wind tonight is quite boisterous.

In the southern district of Manila, a place ablaze with dazzling lights.

Within a villa complex exclusively for the Fernando family, several SUVs slowly stopped in front of one particular mansion. This villa stood on a sprawling estate of over a hundred acres, complete with a garden, swimming pool, garage, and wine cellar.

Garfield alighted from the car. The butler at the entrance respectfully said, "Young Master Garfield, the master and the head of the Lopez family are in the living room."

"Is that so? They arrived rather quickly," Garfield said with a light chuckle as he walked through the villa's main entrance.

The butler, leading the way, quietly reminded him, "Young Master Garfield, the master is very angry about tonight's events, and the Lopez family is also under immense pressure."

"Nuka, how many years have you served the Fernando family?" Garfield suddenly asked.

Feeling inexplicably bewildered, Butler Nuka couldn't help but grumble inwardly, 'Is this kid crazy? At a time like this...'

Although he felt Garfield was being frivolous, Butler Nuka still replied with a smile, "This old servant has been working for the Fernando family for 32 years."

"Is that so? Has it been that long?"

As they spoke, the two had already passed through a long corridor and garden, arriving in the drawing-room covered with Persian carpets.

On the drawing-room sofa, two elderly men were drinking coffee. Upon seeing Garfield enter, they both set down their cups.

"Garfield, what explanation do you have for tonight's events?" The man who spoke looked gaunt and aged, but his eyes were like a viper in the jungle, ready to strike at any moment.

This man was Garfield's father, the current head of the Fernando family—Jacques Fernando.

Beside him sat another elderly man, looking prosperous. His eyes were squeezed into mere slits by the flesh of his face. He showed no outward reaction to Garfield's arrival.

Garfield walked to the opposite side of the two men without any deference and sat on the sofa.

"My father, you once taught me a principle: when you do something, do it thoroughly. Like a python in a swamp, you must cling to your prey until it suffocates completely."

"You think you have the strength to challenge me now?" Jacques Fernando asked calmly.

The smiling head of the Lopez family then offered a gentle reminder, "Garfield, I don't wish to get involved in the Fernando family's affairs. However, for tonight's incident, you owe me an explanation, uncle."

"An explanation? Don't worry, I promise to satisfy you." Garfield smiled and glanced at the time on his watch.

Eighteen minutes had passed since he entered the villa.

Huh? Dolittle Lopez heard a buzzing sound near his ear and noticed a few mosquitoes on his arm. He casually swatted them away and turned his gaze towards Garfield.

But soon, his vision began to blur: "What's happening?"

"Uh..." Jacques also felt dizzy and disoriented, looking at his son with bewilderment. "You..."

Butler Nuka, standing nearby, also wore a look of shock before slowly slumping to the ground.

At this moment, dozens of bodyguards, servants, Jacques's wives, and his three children throughout the villa had fallen unconscious.

Meanwhile, the soldiers who had accompanied Garfield earlier quickly secured the entire villa.

The surrounding villas were quite distant. After all, this was the wealthiest district within the rich districts, and the walls were built exceptionally high, making it nearly impossible for neighbors to see into each other's properties.

This afforded the wealthy their privacy.

And tonight, it facilitated Garfield's plan.

In the silent drawing-room, Garfield sat on the sofa as footsteps sounded behind him.

"You're here."

"Aren't you going to excuse yourself?" The speaker was a short young man holding a briefcase.

Garfield shook his head. "No need. Since I've decided to work for the boss, there's no need to hold back. Bagheera, stop dawdling and wasting time."

If it were the Garfield of the past, he would never have said this. But after several months of continuous, subtle influence, the psychological suggestion function of the biochip had proven surprisingly effective.

At this point, Garfield had long since cast aside the Fernando family's interests and his so-called relatives.

Moreover, he didn't truly have much affection for his father, Jacques. People from such large families were often the most pragmatic and rational.

Bagheera shrugged, then instructed his subordinates to move Jacques Fernando and the others lying on the sofa onto a trolley.

They were then moved to the garage.

Inside the garage, a van was parked. Opening the van door revealed a set of modified medical examination equipment, including an X-ray machine.

On a hospital bed, Jacques was bound and secured. A special anesthetic was administered, and various monitoring devices were attached.

Bagheera opened the briefcase.

Inside were rows of specialized syringes. He took out one, propped open Jacques's eyes, and while observing the X-ray imaging on the computer screen, carefully inserted the needle through the eye socket into the prefrontal lobe of Jacques's brain.

Seeing the X-ray imaging show the needle at the intended location, he slowly injected the liquid from the syringe.

This liquid contained an improved version of the biochip, which had been transformed from its solid form into a liquid state.

This modified biochip used cyanobacteria as the base, undergoing gene recombination to form free-floating cells. These cells could then assemble into a biochip polymer under the stimulation of pheromones and hormones.

The reason for this modification was primarily to reduce surgical time, avoid obvious surgical scars, and shorten the postoperative recovery period.

After Bagheera injected the biochip into the target's brain, he immediately took out specialized hormone and pheromone injections and administered them into Jacques's vein.

In about forty minutes, the biochip's cell units would combine to form a usable biochip polymer.

As for the gene modification to disable Jacques's prefrontal lobe and reproductive gene sequences, that could be done in a secondary procedure after all this was over.

Currently, the Biochip has developed to a computing power of 3600 teraflops and a storage capacity of 600T, with the Soldier program also being gradually perfected.

Li Qingye knew that someone like Jacques, whose mind was already set in his ways, was not suitable for being absorbed into the Spider Web. If he were to go down fighting, all the arrangements made within the Fernando family could be wasted.

What's more, having two people from the Fernando family join the Spider Web was enough; there was no need to bring in another old fox.

Besides Jacques, the butler Nuka and the head of the Lopez family, Dolittle Lopez, were also targets that must be controlled.

After more than an hour, the Biochips in the three men's brains began to activate. To prevent them from losing control, the Soldier program within the Biochip had already suppressed their host consciousness, making them believe they were sleeping.

In reality, however, the Soldier program was controlling their bodies.

To avoid any suspicion from the Lopez family, Garfield personally led a team to escort Dolittle back to a nearby villa owned by the Lopez family.

The Lopez family bodyguards outside the villa hadn't noticed anything amiss with their patriarch, as they couldn't fathom someone being controlled within just over an hour.

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