417: Chapter 247: The Envied Linda, Tycoon Brian – Part 2 417: Chapter 247: The Envied Linda, Tycoon Brian – Part 2 A bald Researcher couldn’t help but say, “Forget about won, if I could keep the vitality of an eighteen-year-old, I’d be willing to only live to fifty or sixty, since the last period of life is of low quality anyway.”
The other male Researchers nodded in agreent.
Susan was sowhat tempted by this statent.
She planned to go back and ask Brian what Beastification Reagent Linda had injected.
Enhanced people could also accept multiple enhancents, but the risk would significantly increase, so few chose to do so; they rather chose a fixed route for enhancent to reduce the likelihood of genetic breakdown in their bodies.
Generally, only those with very strong cellular activity would try this.
Like her father, Dean.
As far as Susan knew, her father was not only the first Third-level Staff in the NW organization but he had also encountered so special events, resulting in his body having four different types of enhancents.
These were things she’d heard her mother ntion unintentionally.
Susan wasn’t clear on just how strong her father actually was.
All she knew was that when she used to violently beat up her peers as a child, she always received little gifts from those peers’ parents afterward, thanking her for helping to discipline their kids.
Such unique experiences had led her to form the habit of not using her brain much nowadays.
After Brian had finished discussing all the compensation details, Susan’s side had not yet concluded.
Refilling nutrients was similar to charging a battery.
There’s a conversion rate involved.
The special Nutrient Liquid in the nutrition pod and Linda’s high tabolic absorption, put her in a kind of fast-charging state, but it still took a considerable amount of ti.
According to the Researchers’ estimates, this process would last for at least three days and consu Nutrient Liquid worth at least ten rit points.
That ant Linda had joined NW already in debt of ten rit points, joining the group of indebted individuals.
A rit point, internally exchanged, was approximately forty to fifty thousand dollars, although not as high as one might imagine due to the implicit agreent among the ‘bookmakers’, and very few people would convert it to cash.
Those who had rit points either exchanged them for rare Enhancent Reagents or Treatnt Reagents from the outside world or considered them as rare resources to engage in so hush-hush trades with the people responsible for collections.
Brian had long since run out of rit points.
This account could only be paid by Susan.
Since there were still a bunch of things to be busy with, Brian planned to leave Susan here to watch over Linda to avoid any unpleasant events.
Before parting,
Susan seed to think of sothing and handed a file to Brian, “This is a compensation docunt from the Blood Association delivered to the NW organization; sign it, and then you can go claim the compensation.”
Seeing the file, Brian rembered.
Previously, due to a case involving a female celebrity’s death, a fool had attacked him and his assistant Tom.
Compensation had been agreed upon back then.
However, because of Benjamin’s scheming, Brian had run off to Florida to carry out an annual field mission.
The capital behind the Blood Association was Squid people.
After signing the understanding agreent,
Brian got a thermally insulated box containing exactly seven reagents from a staff mber of the Foreign Affairs Departnt.
Brian, seeing the list, was sowhat surprised, “These people are too generous, aren’t they?”
The reagents, while all basic Enhancent Reagents, were usually the kind you could get for free if you joined NW’s Combat Departnt and went to foreign battlefields.
But if one were to exchange them on their own, it would add up to around sixty to seventy rit points.
The Blood Association is a private capital force.
They had wanted the NW organization to help pay the compensation, which would cost them more.
Was this still the calculating group that valued money over their own lives?
The receptionist from Foreign Affairs, seeing this, explained with a smile, “Originally, it wasn’t this much, but the person in charge on the other end, after seeing your and Staff Susan’s data and understanding so things, voluntarily raised the compensation amount.”
Joking.
Never mind Susan.
Although very violent, she had almost never ‘actively’ forced others using her family’s influence before she knew Brian.
But no one with a sane mind would provoke Susan.
As for Brian…
This guy’s quick promotions and astonishing potential were one thing.
But those who provoked him either lost face or bled heavily in compensation; not an easy target.
The Blood Association, originally without a real case, worried about under-compensating, so they stuck to these two troublemakers and simply bled heavily.
This was also a kind of business wisdom.
Brian was the type who was shaless.
Hearing the words of the Foreign Affairs staff, not only was he not ashad, but he was sowhat pleased inside.
It seed that after these months, his reputation had started to spread.
Plus the unlucky one who had just been coerced by him into a nine-figure compensation…
Brian’s lips curled upward.
He believed that if anyone else caused him trouble in the future, without him needing to say much, they would know what standard to compensate him by.
Comforting.
Being a villain felt quite good.
Carrying the thermally insulated box,
Brian called a helicopter and was directly taken to the rooftop of the B6 group’s office building.
Having been a Second-level Staff and also having made so acquaintances, using a public machine for private purposes was just a minor issue.
Upon reaching the office,
Green and his group were all out, leaving only old Hardenn and the female clerk Edna busy in front of the computer.
It couldn’t be helped, as tomorrow was Christmas.
Even the criminals hoped to spend the holiday better with their families, so they were busier with their ventures during this period.
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