Lord Means Ye

Wu De was not the strongest in their group, but he was the most unscrupulous.

In this life-or-death battle, he had used every possible means—kneeling to beg for mercy, poisoning, using Mutated Beasts to eliminate opponents... and had ultimately emerged victorious!

The three of them represented the three most typical types among the selection trial's winners. Most previous winners had also fallen into these three categories, possessing similar traits.

Strength, conviction, and unscrupulousness—having even one of these traits gave one the foundation for success.

Just then, the fourth winner arrived.

Bang!

The classroom door was kicked open with brutal force.

A wine-red figure strode into the classroom. The vivid color perfectly complemented the young man's flamboyant face, like a blazing flame.

Bai Ye had a cigar clenched between his teeth. He swept his gaze around and, seeing that only three winners were waiting in the classroom, immediately frowned.

"Where are the company people? They arrived later than I did. Do they even fucking want to keep their jobs?"

Li Hu furrowed his brows, his gaze filled with disgust as he looked at Bai Ye. This despicable bastard had actually come too. The company had not punished him at all. Damn nepotism!

He had won the competition fair and square, so naturally he looked down on people like Bai Ye, who had relied on bombs to win.

In his view, it was absurd for someone with neither strength nor limits like this to be allowed to inject the Type III Gene Serum!

Once he became one of the Zodiac, he would definitely purge this kind of corruption!

Chen Enze merely glanced at Bai Ye before lowering his head again, still immersed in grief.

Wu De, on the other hand, hurriedly stood up with a fawning smile. "Brother Bai, you're here. Please,