Inside the laboratory.
Little White Tiger was strapped to a specially made bed.
More than a dozen researchers bustled around him.
Liquids of various colors were injected into his body.
"Blood ready."
"Real-time vital signs monitoring activated."
"High-dose anesthetic ready."
"Unconscious Tyrant Warriors ready."
"Ready to begin the experiment."
All the researchers looked up.
Above the laboratory, more than a dozen cameras slowly turned toward Little White Tiger on the bed.
"Begin the experiment."
Big Boss's calm voice came over the speakers.
Upon receiving the order, the researchers began working methodically.
"Record the experimental data."
The lead researcher, wearing a white coat, inserted the needle of a tube containing red liquid above the bed into Little White Tiger's arm.
"Don't be nervous. This is a powerful anesthetic. You won't feel any pain."
The man dressed like a surgeon said quietly, "Once you're unconscious, we'll begin replacing your blood. The Demon Ancestor's Blood has already merged with yours. We need to drain all your blood, reconsolidate it, then divide it up and inject it into new vessels. As for you, we'll give you new blood."
The lead researcher's voice was cold, like a machine.
Expressionlessly, he inserted another transfusion tube into Little White Tiger's vein.
"Prepare to draw blood."
"Beep, beep, beep."
Only the researchers' hurried breathing and the cold sounds of the instruments remained in the laboratory.
Little White Tiger had tried struggling, but it had all been in vain.
They had used various instruments to restrict his special ability and qi.
He was now no different from an ordinary person, and the anesthetic gradually took effect.
His consciousness rapidly grew hazy.
Through the haze, he could only see the researchers moving back and forth.
"Old Ninth."
"Old Ninth, Ninth, Ninth..."
Little White Tiger's mind gradually went blank as he