Cheng Shengrui's face was filled with rapture.
It felt as though his own hand were touching Twenty-Three's skin as he gently caressed [Genetic Fission].
Oh no! NTR!
Twenty-Three was about to lose her mind.
What a deviant.
Through the neurons, Miss Twenty-Three accurately conveyed to Zhou Zhi that she had broken out in goosebumps.
"My blade!?"
"Wasn't my blade on Banquet's End Continent?"
"Why is it here?"
Twenty-Three was somewhat troubled.
It would have been one thing if it were here.
But why was it in the hands of such a deviant?
It looked disgusting.
Zhou Zhi looked at Cheng Shengrui. The chairman in the suit wore a smug expression.
As if he were saying, See, Zhou Zhi? I am the one who inherited the chairman's will, the one most compatible with him!
However...
Zhou Zhi was not surprised in the slightest.
He did not stop walking. Instead, carrying immense pressure, he strode toward Cheng Shengrui.
Cheng Shengrui's expression abruptly changed. "Chairman!!"
"Look carefully!"
"This is Twenty-Three's Plague-Slaying Blade!"
"This is the original body!"
Black, elegant, and radiating a faint red glow.
Zhou Zhi knew that it was Miss Twenty-Three's super Named Blade.
He merely said, "There is nothing worth caring about. To Chairman Cheng, there is nothing in this world that cannot be exchanged for money and resources."
"The Medical Department was never Pestilence. Since it was made up of humans who could be communicated with, there was nothing wrong with you making a deal with the Medical Department. Naturally, it was only logical that you obtained [Genetic Fission]."
Zhou Zhi spoke calmly. "I should even thank you for helping me retrieve my blade."
Cheng Shengrui laughed in extreme anger. "You... truly are arrogant."
"Anyone more arrogant than me must be slain. I will obtain the [Genetics] and [Cells]