Dugu Bo looked at the thin plastic card in his hand. It bore his portrait, with a line of small text beneath it: [Poison Gas Resource Department Director: Dugu Bo (Employee ID: P-002)].
He had a feeling this thing was even more of a hot potato than that so-called Pope Token.
"Don't just stand there, old poison." Qin Feng had both hands in the pockets of his lab coat. He gestured with his chin toward the alloy door ahead, marked with a biohazard symbol. "Swipe your card and go check out your new office. I had Brother Wolf renovate it for you overnight. It's got a complete negative-pressure ventilation system. Even if you fart in there, no one outside will smell a thing."
Dugu Bo's mouth twitched. He steeled himself and pressed the card against the sensor.
"Beep! Identity confirmed. Welcome, esteemed Director."
The door slid open silently.
A chill gust of air washed over him, carrying the scent of disinfectant and some strange chemical reagent. Dugu Bo had expected to see a gloomy, terrifying cave full of poisonous insects and snakes—after all, that was what suited the prestige of a "Poison Douluo."
But the sight before him nearly blinded him.
White.
Blindingly white.
The space, several hundred square meters in size, was packed with all kinds of precision instruments he had never seen before. Multicolored liquids flowed through glass tubes, a massive centrifuge hummed as it spun, and robotic arms carried out some kind of delicate procedure with precision at a sterile workbench. A huge screen hung on the wall, displaying not Soul Power fluctuations but complex molecular diagrams.
"Th-this is my territory?" Dugu Bo stammered.
"It's more than just your territory. It's a sanctuary of science."
A hoarse, raspy voice came from the corner. Orochimaru wore a sterile