Drake White stood aside listening to her words, inwardly mocking, she really was a fool. She thought having J would an success, not knowing that a knife was already hanging over her head, just waiting to fall.
This must be what they call inviting a wolf into one’s house.
Claire Green chuckled lightly and said casually, "Since you trust so much, I certainly won’t disappoint you."
Morphie heard this, her eyes lit up instantly, but in the next second, she was stunned.
"However, I want to see your experint first."
Seeing her silence, Claire Green wasn’t in a hurry, casually playing with a lighter, her dark eyes betraying no emotion.
For a while.
Only then did Morphie hesitate and agree, "Okay."
After all, she would have to see it later anyway, showing it to her in advance before persuading J was no issue.
...
Just after a few people left, the news reached Poppy Estate.
"Master Jing, should we follow them?" Jacob Jordan asked the man.
Now the place a few people wanted to go was obvious, but he was uncertain if Emma White’s identity was really Miss Lu’s.
If it was her, why did she choose to cooperate with soone like Morphie?
"Of course, why not," Mason Quinn’s voice ca through even before he entered the door.
Looking at that little troublemaker, he was obviously up to sothing, so of course, they had to go join in the fun and watch the show.
Seeing him, Jacob Jordan rolled his eyes, "You really love a good show."
Hearing his words, Mason Quinn wasn’t angry, with a smile in his voice, "I’m just thinking for your master’s sake. If our speculation is correct, then sothing big is definitely going down on Morphie’s side."
One must know, the virus in R Nation was discovered and stopped by Emma White, with J stepping in to resolve it, directly replacing the high-level officials of several nations.
"Go get ready," the man said in a terse, clear voice.
Jacob Jordan nodded, quickly going out to gather the brothers.
The living room returned to silence.
George Xyler watched the man with lowered eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, and spoke in a low voice, "Master Jing, if sothing really happens on Morphie’s side, we could just use this opportunity to throw the entire F Continent into chaos."
Then they would simply wait to collect the net.
The man said nothing, but Mason Quinn pondered over it, "I think what Xyler said is feasible."
After all, F Continent was already restless and bound to be chaotic sooner or later, so why not seize this opportunity to cast our net?
"Let Sophia Jordan handle it."
The man stood up, leisurely lowered his rolled-up sleeves, and walked out slowly with long strides.
Mason Quinn and George Xyler exchanged a glance and quickly followed.
As for such an important task as finding Sophia Jordan, it would be better left to Jacob Jordan.
...
Morphie brought the three back to the tulip, raised her hand to press on the staircase handrail, and soon, a piece of the floor in the corner slowly moved aside.
Seeing the staircase in front of them, Drake White clicked his tongue in admiration, "You sure know how to play."
One day, he would install one in his own estate.
Morphie smiled proudly, "This was crafted with great care by ."
Content in her pride, she didn’t notice the murderous intent in the girl’s eyes.
The four followed the staircase down, and before long a door appeared before them.
It must be said that Morphie indeed invested heavily in this place; the door in front not only was bulletproof but also could be opened only with retinal scan.
Watching her actions, dark emotions churned in Claire Green’s eyes.
Once she went in first, Drake White moved closer to Claire Green and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Want to modify that scanner?"
Claire Green replied blandly, "No need."
After today, this laboratory would cease to exist.
The laboratory space was vast, with discarded experintal items everywhere, each person quietly attending to their part of the experint.
Upon hearing the movent, everyone looked up, and upon seeing who had co, they greeted respectfully.
"Manor Master."
Morphie waved her hand, "Let introduce, this is the Divine Healer Emma White."
Following her hand, everyone looked to see a fully ard person showing only a pair of cold eyes.
Looking into those eyes, everyone’s back turned cold, feeling a vague sense of fear.
"How do you feel?" Morphie looked at the girl, raising her chin.
"Not bad."
Claire Green’s slender fingers slid over the experint table, her aura sowhat indifferent.
Upon hearing that.
Morphie showed a touch of pride on her face and continued to walk forward.
Soon.
The group stopped before a black door.
"Inside is where we store the Mors, once inside, don’t touch anything."
After giving a stern warning, Morphie only then opened the door. As soon as they entered, rows of refrigerated boxes lined both sides.
Looking at these things, Drake White’s expression turned grim.
So many, she was dreaming of throwing the whole world into chaos.
And Lowe, having seen it before, showed no change in expression, though he initially disagreed with this approach, ambition ultimately won over reason.
His palm brushed unconcernedly against the refrigerated box, and Claire Green’s eyes already hinted at a bloodthirsty hue.
In front of her, Morphie was still talking animatedly, not noticing the change in deanor behind her.
"Total sensory loss, complete paralysis, really sounds interesting." Claire Green’s cold eyes turned malevolent, chilling to the bone.
Just when Morphie was pondering the deeper aning of her words, she saw her suddenly open a refrigerated box.
"What are you doing?" a shrill voice filled with fear.
Didn’t she know if this thing got broken, they’d all be dood?
Just as the words fell.
The refrigerated box was closed again, but just when she sighed with relief, a sharp pain ca from her neck.
Looking down, a silver, sharp knife was pressed against her throat.
"What do you an?" Morphie said with a sullen face.
Claire Green let out a low laugh, her eyes extrely cold, "Of course, it’s to play a ga with you."
With that.
She kicked hard at her knee, then flipped and dislocated her arm with a swift movent.
Looking at the woman kneeling before her, Claire Green’s hand didn’t falter for a mont, the sharp knife moved continuously over her body, each wound’s depth impeccably precise.
Finally.
Morphie couldn’t hold back her cries of pain, sweat drenched her.
With great effort, she opened her mouth, "What on earth are you doing?"
Drake White was a bit intimidated by Claire Green’s thods, but more so, he felt pity.
Hearing Morphie’s words, he sneered, "Now you don’t understand, of course, it’s your life we want."
Half an hour later.
Claire Green looked at the person lying in a pool of blood, closed her eyes, suppressing the bloodthirsty emotion in them.
"Let’s go."
Seeing only three people co out, those still experinting were sowhat curious.
"Are you sure you want to do this."
Drake White asked again unsurely.
Blowing up the lab would an everyone inside would be gone.
Even the usually ruthless Lowe was frightened by her words, "I don’t agree."
Seeing through their thoughts with one glance, Claire Green laughed inexplicably.
"Do you still consider them human? When they know what these things do and still choose to research them, it proves they’ve shed their humanity for their beastly nature."
When a person’s beastly nature outweighs their humanity, they can no longer be called human.
Drake White and Lowe exchanged glances, unsure of what to say.
"The decision is yours."
With that, Claire Green left.
In the end, Drake White and Lowe decided after so discussion to hand the people over to Mandrake.
As soon as the three walked out of the villa, a group of people approached them, and seeing the man at the front, Claire Green suddenly stopped.
Damn, would she make it back in ti?
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