Staring at the furious Jiang Qiao, "Xu Zilong's" gaze became deep and dangerous.
The Xu Clan Group's core business was brain-implanted cybernetics. A cultivator's Primordial Spirit was stored within that tiny brain, and controlling the brain meant controlling most of a cultivator's assets.
As long as a tiny implant was placed on the prefrontal cortex, it could control an employee's emotions, obtain their thoughts, and drive them to risk their lives for their employer.
Unfortunately, this technology had yet to receive the Star Lords' support. Chen Yu had ruined several previous attempts as well, so it could only be used on a small scale within the group for now.
Although the implant on Jiang Qiao's prefrontal cortex was a cheap model, removing it without authorization would trigger its self-destruct program, setting off a tiny firework in the user's mind and blowing their head open.
Unless the user willingly deactivated it, the implant would remain with them forever, as loyally inseparable as student loans.
But how was that possible?
Anyone who had tried it even once would know how useful it was.
For just 9.9 yuan, it could make the prefrontal cortex secrete happiness. Even drinking a Coke felt wonderful when you were happy, making you want to keep it on forever.
When you were in pain, the 168 package could spare you most of it. Cultivating, acupuncture, overtime, selling kidneys—this thing could handle it all. It was simply top-tier.
Not to mention that it could provide inspiration and boost energy. Who would not want something that good?
"Xu Zilong" stared fixedly at Jiang Qiao, trying to sense the implant in her head. Then he discovered that the little thing had truly vanished.
"How... How is this possible..."
"What the hell are you mumbling about? Got the guts to go home