Kill Him?

Nanyan Hotel.

A high-end hotel near the high school.

Chen Ye entered in casual clothes. The moment he stepped inside, he saw two unusually built women walking toward him.

"Hello, please come with us."

Hmm...

Why did this feel strangely familiar?

Forget it.

Chen Ye followed the two women through the lobby and into an elevator, all the way to the top floor of Nanyan Hotel.

The hotel's top floor was an enormous open-plan suite, lavishly decorated and brilliantly lit. Countless women in matching uniforms stood in two long rows.

They moved in perfect unison like machines, even wearing identical expressions.

Aside from those women, there were many more working nonstop throughout the floor.

They seemed to follow some kind of pattern, acting according to certain orders.

Thinking back to when he had first entered the hotel, the female attendants outside had seemed just as uniform and orderly.

Now, the entire Nanyan Hotel looked like one giant beehive.

And these women were Worker Bees.

That said, were there any male attendants here?

The answer was obvious.

No.

Just then, Queen Bee walked over with a smile, dressed in a white bodycon skirt and a fur coat.

"Lord Aus, your presence graces this humble abode. You truly bring honor to it."

Chen Ye glanced at the women around him. "004, have you ever heard a saying?"

"If people keep working nonstop, they'll die."

Queen Bee blinked. "Oh, so that's what you mean."

"Don't worry. My employees have plenty of time to rest every day. You needn't be concerned. I cherish them as dearly as the flowers beneath a hive."

Chen Ye followed Queen Bee to a round table. Resting on it was a three-dimensional model of the entire North Ridge City.

"This is the gift you mentioned?"

Queen Bee raised a hand and pointed toward a coastal industrial zone on the outskirts of North Ridge City.

"No, this is."

"I thought you might need a larger and absolutely secure base, so I bought all the factories and land in the entire South Bay Area."

"Of course, this deal went so smoothly thanks to the ability you bestowed upon me."

Queen Bee covered her lips and smiled.

"You just said... you bought every factory and every plot of land in the entire South Bay Area?"

"Yes. I suppose it's still too small..." Queen Bee muttered.

No...

How had she managed that?

Such a huge tract of land, with dozens of factories?

After that, Chen Ye thought about it all night.

Not because he figured it out, but because dawn came.

After waking up in the suite, breakfast was soon brought to Chen Ye.

But...

"Queen Bee's ability differs from what I initially imagined by more than a little."

The Queen Bee Chen Ye had envisioned was supposed to be capable of independently producing more special lifeforms, not transforming and controlling humans through bodily fluids.

"I'll get some blood from 004 later and take it back for further research."

"Let's see where exactly the problem lies."

As Chen Ye pondered this, Queen Bee suddenly pushed open the door and entered the room. "Lord Aus, what do you think about yesterday's matter?"

Chen Ye nodded. "Not bad. Take it and develop it. Also..."

"Draw some blood for me."

"Blood?"

Queen Bee blinked.

That afternoon.

Chen Ye came downstairs carrying a black briefcase. On his way down, he happened to brush past a teenage boy.

"Hmm... What was that?"

Chen Ye abruptly turned his head and saw the boy walking with a short-haired woman. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Yet Chen Ye felt something strange.

It was like a rat spotting a granary, a vampire entering a blood collection room, or a blond thug encountering someone else's wife.

"Premium material!"

Chen Ye's breathing suddenly quickened, but he didn't step forward to question the boy.

Instead, he turned around, snapped a photo, and sent it to Fishman.

"Find a way to get some blood from him."

One hundred milliliters should be enough.

At the same time, Fishman received Chen Ye's call at a snack stall.

"Find a way... to kill him?"

Hmm...

"Boss, bill."

As Fishman spoke, he slapped several crumpled, soggy banknotes onto the table.

The owner found his retreating figure stranger the longer he watched.

"Who wears a raincoat on a sunny day?"

Night fell, and it hadn't rained in North Ridge City that day.

Fishman walked down the street, checking his phone every so often.

"Are you sure he's here, 004?"

"That's right. The girl with that kid is one of my Brood Bees. No matter where they are, I'll know."

"They returned to this school last. Their location hasn't changed since."

"The target is named Chu Yang, a second-year high school student. According to reports from my Worker Bees, he's been very strange lately. His physical abilities have improved for no apparent reason, and he keeps mentioning some game. Be careful."

Fishman lowered his phone. A high school stood before him.

"Another school."

Fishman stepped forward, only for an old man to suddenly emerge from the security booth. "Hey, hey! What are you doing? Unauthorized personnel aren't allowed inside!"

Hmm?

"Old man, I know someone who lived past ninety and was still healthy and strong. Do you know why?"

Hearing Fishman's words, the old man froze for a moment. "Why?"

"Because he didn't meddle in other people's business."

Bang!!

As soon as he finished speaking, Fishman kicked the barrier at the entrance to pieces!

The old man's eyes went wide at the sight. Fishman glared at him, and the old man silently returned to the booth.

Fishman was just about to leave when the old man suddenly rushed out holding a fork!

"You think this old man scares easy!"

"I'm telling you, this old man used to run around Causeway Bay back in the day!"

"Today, forget you—even if it was..."

Crack!

Fishman grabbed the fork and snapped it in two with a light squeeze.

Old man: "..."

The old man threw down the fork, turned around, and went back into the security booth to grab another one!

"Even if Tyson came today, I'd still...!"

Crack!

The fork snapped again. Fishman sneered. "Old man, you've already got one foot in the grave. Wouldn't it be better to live a little longer? Why insist on this?"

The old man gritted his teeth and suddenly threw a punch at Fishman!

"This old man has trained in Eight Extremes Fist too!"

The old man's punch was incredibly imposing, stirring up gusts of force. Fishman slowly raised his leg and kicked him squarely in the chest!

Bang!

"I'm not here to kill you. You'd better stop blocking my way."

The old man was kicked to the ground, but he gritted his teeth and climbed back up. "I can't let you pass! You said it yourself—I already have one foot in the grave. I stopped fearing death long ago!"

"Ah!!"

Bang.

Fishman threw a punch directly into the old man's face.

The old man was knocked to the ground again. This time, he couldn't get back up for a long while.

Fishman snorted coldly. But just as he was about to enter the campus, an aged hand grabbed his ankle.

"Pfft..."

The old man spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm mixed with two teeth.

"Inside are all... the flowers of our nation. I can't let you... let you go in..."

Fishman looked up at the nearby surveillance cameras and saw that a winged girl had already torn them down.

After finishing, the girl turned around and gave him an OK gesture.

Seeing this, Fishman slowly raised his right foot...