Dugu Bo was stunned.
He had lived for nearly a hundred years and considered himself someone who had weathered plenty of storms.
He had been hunted, and he had hunted others.
He had been called the Old Poison, and he had been treated as someone's last hope.
But he swore he had never encountered anything as outrageous as what happened today.
The head of a mysterious force that had wiped out his clan had captured him, yet didn't kill him, torture him, or cut him up for research.
Instead... he'd given him an offer?
Chief Biochemical Weapons Development Consultant?
Head of the Poison Gas Resource Department?
And a salary of a hundred thousand a year, with full benefits?
What was this supposed to be? If you couldn't beat them, join them? No, this was turning the enemy into one of your own!
"What, not satisfied?"
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow at his stunned expression.
"Do you think the pay is too low, or the position isn't high enough?"
"If you want to be vice president, that's fine too. But you'll have to start as an intern."
The corner of Dugu Bo's mouth twitched.
His mind was a complete mess.
Reason told him this had to be a trap! These people clearly weren't good news. Every one of them looked like they wanted to eat him alive.
But the "headband spell" around his neck—the poison that had seeped into his very bones—and his beloved granddaughter were both making him waver.
"I... why should I believe you?"
Dugu Bo forced the words through clenched teeth.
"Because of this."
Qin Feng snapped his fingers.
Hu Liena, standing behind him, immediately projected a file in front of Dugu Bo using a holographic display.
It was a densely packed report full of chemical formulas and