"Oh, what a shame. Such a perfect boy—so well proportioned, with such beautiful muscle definition. His face is still a little boyish, but his handsome features are already showing."
"Tsk, what a shame. Before long, you'll be joining the army in formalin. Don't worry, your specimen will be my favorite. You'll be displayed in the most prominent spot!"
As Ken Linhua spouted his perverted remarks, he ran his hands perversely over the black-haired boy's body. When he reached the collarbone, the boy suddenly opened his eyes. In a flash, he twisted Ken Linhua's arm behind his back and clamped a hand over his mouth, restraining him.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
Ken Linhua had spent years holed up in the Experimental Base, leaving him so physically weak that... he could not put up any resistance at all.
He whimpered toward the tightly shut door, hoping his colleague James would notice something amiss in the laboratory and come to rescue him!
"Drawing blood, were you? Cutting off arms and sawing off legs? Digging out organs? Scooping out brain tissue? You've done plenty of that, haven't you? This time, you can find out for yourself what it feels like to have your blood drawn, your arms cut off, your legs sawed off, your organs dug out, and your brain tissue scooped out!"
Whether the base personnel had been too arrogant or had simply forgotten, the Blue Cloth Pouch, known as a Bag of Holding, had not been taken away. Luo Bin pulled hemp rope and a scrap of cloth from it and bound Ken Linhua hand and foot.
Then he took out his wand, cast Memory Extraction, and viewed Ken Linhua's memories through a makeshift Pensieve!
At three, Ken Linhua, who had been born into an ordinary middle-class family, showed a talent for magic. Right