Fishing

Supervisor Lou's obese body burst forth with unimaginable agility. He dropped to his knees in a tiger's landing pose and stayed there, howling with tears and snot streaming down his face. "Even if you gave this subordinate ten times the courage, I still wouldn't dare do something like this."

"This subordinate... this subordinate merely felt that such a trivial matter truly shouldn't have disturbed you, Doctor."

Dr. Zhuo did not linger before Supervisor Lou and headed for the elevator. "If I do not see the Martial Slave within half an hour, you may begin handling the handover of your position."

"Yes, sir! This subordinate will personally deliver him before you!" Supervisor Lou rose and thumped his chest in assurance.

Watching the elevator carrying Dr. Zhuo close, Supervisor Lou lightly smoothed out the wrinkles in his formal attire from kneeling, then sternly said, "Contact the three Armed Envoys responsible for the pursuit. Tell them Dr. Zhuo has issued a death order: they must present the Martial Slave within half an hour."

"Yes!"

First Research District.

He Jiantong shut the window and drew the curtains.

After doing those two things, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to ease the pain.

Fortunately, he had not been here long and still had enough strength to escape. If it had been some Martial Artists who had been here for months, even with the door open before them, they would already have been unable to walk out.

As one of the elders of the Vast Righteousness Sect, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Not a single person in this research institute regarded Martial Artists like them as human beings. They saw them merely as expendable experimental materials.

"Damn research institute, damn Armed Envoys!" He Jiantong cursed under his breath, unable to stop