Fine, Then Let Me Show You What a Beating from Society Feels Like

"Ha..." Zheng Zhu yawned, looking somewhat listless. "Three more days before I can undergo the Type Four modification."

"Can't time pass a little faster?"

Just as Zheng Zhu was lamenting, a piercing alarm suddenly rang out.

Blood-red lights flashed before his eyes.

"Invaders???" He immediately realized what was wrong. "That's impossible. This Experimental base is a classified Federation project. How could there be invaders?"

"The only ones bold enough would be the Fate Organization."

"How could they..."

Before he could even finish muttering to himself, the door to his dormitory suffered a heavy blow. A Burly Man with a savage face walked in.

"Lucky Kid, you really are here."

"But I'm afraid your luck won't be helping you anymore." As he spoke, the man closed in on Zheng Zhu.

Zheng Zhu's heart sank. Four words surfaced in his mind: betrayed by a traitor.

The other party had clearly come for him. If a Federation traitor had not sold out this Experimental base, how could they possibly have known he was here?

More importantly, the aura emanating from the man was far stronger than his own.

At the very least, he had to be a Type Four God Chosen. Zheng Zhu still remembered just how great Lu Xingshi had said the gap between Type Three and Type Four was.

Bang! The man punched him in the abdomen. Zheng Zhu had not even reacted before he was hit.

Excruciating pain spread through every inch of his body in an instant. That indescribable agony left Zheng Zhu's mind completely blank.

"Sure enough, just a lucky little brat. No real skill at all." The Burly Man mocked him, then drove his knee into Zheng Zhu's head, which had bent down from the blow to his abdomen.

In an instant, Zheng Zhu's consciousness was swallowed