Yong City, a hidden underground research facility.
The entire underground space was lined with expensive soundproofing materials, and the stench of disinfectant was so thick it seemed to have taken root in the air.
Zhen Naihe hunched his neck as he was escorted between two men in black, stumbling forward.
After countless twists and turns, the three of them finally stopped before a heavy metal door.
One of the men in black stepped forward and whispered a few words to the surveillance camera beside the door. A moment later, the metal door slowly opened.
A gust of wind poured through the gap, and Zhen Naihe instinctively took a breath.
Then, as if a giant hand had suddenly clenched his stomach, waves of nausea crashed over him.
The smell of Bloodlust.
A smell of Bloodlust that no amount of disinfectant could conceal.
Even though Zhen Naihe was a forensic doctor and had worked in the field for decades, he had never smelled Bloodlust this thick.
Zhen Naihe vomited violently, only straightening up after a long while.
Trembling, he spoke to the men in black.
"Gentlemen, where... where exactly is this place?"
The men in black did not answer Zhen Naihe's question. One of them merely said stiffly, "Once you're inside, do your job properly. If you screw it up, you're dead. Got it?!"
"Y-Yes! Got it, got it..."
Zhen Naihe wore a miserable expression, and his legs felt as though he were stepping on cotton as he moved forward.
The room beyond the door was not small. At first glance, it looked like an operating room.
All sorts of unfamiliar instruments were arranged around the room, while a metal bed stood in the center.
An old man was tied to it.
Though his hair was white, he looked vigorous and full