In the waters off Kou Island.
Aboard a massive freighter.
Shipping containers covered the ship, while inside its hold were laboratory personnel wearing masks and white coats.
Little White Tiger was escorted into the hold in Special Handcuffs, and a thick stench of blood hit his nose.
Agonized howls rang out from time to time.
Dried blood covered the walls, making it a hell on earth.
On deck.
Big Boss shook hands with a ninja dressed in white.
The two greeted each other with familiarity.
"Mr. Mitsui, I'll leave the Demon Ancestor's Blood to you."
Big Boss lit a cigar and said with a hint of regret, "I'll send the other person over soon."
"Yes, sir."
Mitsui stood straight, then bowed ninety degrees to Big Boss.
It was clear that he held Big Boss in great respect.
"Rest assured, Mr. Shu. You funded the construction of our laboratory, and we will certainly return the favor. This batch of Demon Ancestor's Blood can create over a hundred Tyrant Warriors."
Mitsui gave a sickly grin.
His eyes slowly turned scarlet.
His pupils were tiny, somewhat like those of a lizard or snake.
Their stare made people uneasy.
"These Tyrant Warriors are perfect fighting machines that our Amaterasu Sect spent over twenty years creating by grafting Converted Beast limbs onto Human Race warriors. They have no thoughts and feel no pain. All they need is the Demon Ancestor's Blood to infuse them with new souls, and they can enter combat immediately."
"Once the experiment succeeds, Farbridge Group will become one of the world's leading corporations."
Big Boss smiled in delight, lost in his dream.
Bowing beside him, Mitsui offered an ingratiating smile. "Mr. Shu, this boy slaughtered many of our compatriots in Chun Prefecture. The Sect Master wishes to try him on Kou