If Chu Mu rembers correctly, he started participating in the "Biochemical Revolution" plan with Chu Chengrui since he was twenty years old, and now he is over forty.
Over these twenty-plus years, he prides himself on having seen all kinds of brutal scenes and encountered various ruthless characters. There probably aren't many things left in this world that can surprise him anymore.
Because he has grown accustod to converting all kinds of cruel images into various data, those so-called "ruthless characters" ultimately either died, beca spineless, or turned into Chu Chengrui's dogs.
But at this very mont, Chu Mu realizes that he was wrong, incredibly wrong, ludicrously wrong!
The man sitting on the lab bench with legs crossed, wearing a warm smile as if casually chatting with him, nad Chu Ge, fills him with fear almost to the point of breakdown.
If he could, he wouldn't want to stay with Chu Ge even for a second, but the reality is that he has no choice but to answer Chu Ge's questions here.
Chu Mu secretly exhales, carefully sifting through every detail in his mind since he entered the lab, forcing himself to calm down as much as possible, even more so, because he wants to survive.
Without needing Chu Ge to urge further, Chu Mu gives an answer that might not be deeply thought out but is at least the best he can co up with in haste.
"Because… he has already lost the ability to threaten you. If you use him as a hostage, you might be able to leave this place, so his life is currently safe."
Chu Ge chuckles, then sighs softly.
Chu Mu locks his eyes on Chu Ge's expression and sees his corners twitch; it seems this isn't the answer Chu Ge wanted?
Thoughts swirling in his mind, Chu Mu continues speaking without pause, "Besides, if you manage to leave here, you wouldn't kill him easily. Over these decades, he's mastered a large amount of biochemical research technology. I'm sure you're aware of the significant value of these technologies and research results, and moreover…"
"Alright, that's enough," Chu Ge interrupts Chu Mu, glancing at the miserable sight of Chu Chengrui, sneering slightly, "The two of you truly are worthy to be father and son, your way of thinking is so alike."
As he speaks, Chu Ge reaches out to Chu Chengrui's chin, with a "clang" sound, reattaches his dislocated jaw, finally restoring his ability to speak.
After fixing Chu Chengrui's jaw, Chu Ge lazily yawns, "Chu Mu, to be honest, chatting with you is really boring, so I'm not interested in continuing our conversation."
Chu Mu's heart tightens, a streak of fierceness flashes in his eyes. Even though Chu Ge's seemingly empty hands might be hiding so deadly weapon, he's prepared to fight with all his might.
"Finally, I'll give you two a choice question."
When Chu Ge utters the word "finally," both Chu Chengrui's and Chu Mu's pupils shrink violently, instinctively holding their breaths.
"If only one of you can survive, will you choose the other, or yourself?"
Just as Chu Ge finishes speaking, Chu Chengrui and Chu Mu simultaneously provide the answer, as if it's a rapid-fire question.
And their answer is "myself."
Chu Ge sighs, and then a soft "puff" sound echoes in the air.
Chu Mu's body freezes, and with a chanical motion, he lowers his head, staring at the knife tip protruding from his chest, eyes filled with disbelief.
Chu Mu wants to turn back, but unfortunately, this last thing he wants to do in his life ultimately remains unfinished.
Standing behind him, Yuan He kicks him on the back; the long knife withdraws from his body, and he falls heavily to the ground, his body convulsing unwillingly for a few monts, quickly becoming still, lying in a pool of blood.
anwhile, Chu Ge steps down from the lab bench, walking forward expressionlessly.
From Chu Chengrui's perspective, he sees clearly the entire process of Chu Mu being stabbed to death; on his blood-stained old face appears a genuine smile.
Chu Mu is dead; does this also an his life is spared?
Just as the smile fully blooms on Chu Chengrui's face, Chu Ge pulls out the scalpel embedded in the wall next to the door, and with a flick, hurls it out.
Chu Chengrui faintly hears an almost imperceptible sound of air breaking, then... as the scalpel enters through one temple, piercing through his skull and flying out of the other temple, his world falls completely into darkness.
Chu Ge stands with his back to the bodies of the father and son for a few seconds, feeling sowhat indescribable, a bit empty, a bit agitated, even a bit of pity, with so lancholy.
In fact, Chu Ge initially intended to entertain this pair of father and son for a while, but as they blurted out that answer thoughtlessly and in unison, he lost all desire to say even a single word to them.
Giving them a quick death might seem too cheap, but... whatever, let's just do it.
Chu Ge didn't turn back. He gripped the two long knives he had just taken from "Number Two" and "Number Three" and strode out of the laboratory.
Yuan He, "Number Two", and "Number Three" were lined up behind Chu Ge, and since the mont they entered the "Number One Laboratory", they had been firmly under Chu Ge's control.
Just as Chu Ge had previously controlled Chu Chengrui, Chu Ge decided their life or death.
"Number Two" and "Number Three" aside, even Yuan He, who had a deep hatred with Chu Ge, seed to be Chu Ge's most loyal guard at this mont.
Chu Ge already knew everything he needed to know, and regardless of the situation outside, he had no worries. He didn't doubt that what he was about to do next would far exceed the limits after his transformation.
Besides, even without this drastic transformation, with the arrangents he had made earlier, he wasn't fighting alone.
Opening that well-insulated door, all kinds of chaotic sounds rushed in.
The sound of bullets densely fired from gun muzzles, desperate wails, angry curses, painful moans, deafening explosions, chaotic cries, tiger roars, lion growls, ape screeches, eagle calls...
Various sounds lded together, forming a symphony of disaster. As Chu Ge listened, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.
It seems the effect is even better than he imagined...
But it's no wonder, who could have imagined that all the beasts locked in cages would suddenly go berserk simultaneously?
Who could have imagined these frenzied beasts would almost simultaneously break free of their shackles and escape their cages?
Until the mont before this disaster struck, if anyone heard about this, they'd probably laugh their heads off, thinking it was sheer madness. Yet, it happened so vividly in a way that seed impossible to everyone here.
It seed like... a coordinated, preditated riot!
Those beasts that had stayed obediently on the experint tables before, even though they wished to glare their eyes open, had to endure various experints, all showed their fangs and claws, crazily harvesting one life after another.
Originally, these beasts were already kings in their respective domains. After arriving here, most underwent varying levels of mutation due to experints.
This ans they've beco stronger, fiercer, more terrifying.
So, even with hundreds of ard agents in this region, including numbered "war machines" with exceptional skills, they were caught off guard by these unleashed beasts, suffering heavy casualties.
Despite their formidable combat power, they weren't an official army, and with such sudden incidents, they were completely unprepared, lacking any reasonable direction. It's no wonder they were in chaos; quite a few hadn't even reacted before their necks were bitten through by the beasts, dying instantly.
This situation didn't only occur among the scientists and ordinary guards, but so "war machines" faced the sa fate.
This is the effect Chu Ge wanted, what he had planned upon discovering the existence of these beasts.
Waiting to die is definitely not Chu Ge's style. Since he can use Spiritual Power to communicate simply with these beasts, not utilizing it would be a waste.
Chu Ge's plan was to pick the right timing, let these beasts unlock their shackles, and escape their cages, creating chaos to give him and Chu Shiyao the chance to flee.
As for the specific thods, it involved training these beasts to quietly grind their claws, or fangs, or sharp beaks into unlocking tools.
He's an expert in lockpicking. Even though his communication with the beasts wasn't seamless, he benefitted from ntal communication and had so beast-taming experience. After constant attempts, these beasts finally didn't disappoint him.
"Number Ninety-Seven" stood on the tal platform at the bridge's center, wide-eyed with a blazing gun, crazily firing at a fierce Siberian tiger.
In re minutes, this Siberian tiger had taken down seven or eight people, and its massive body was incredibly agile, undoubtedly one of the biggest threats among these beasts.
"Ninety-Seven! Put down the gun, use the knife! Bullets could damage the instrunts below!"
"Screw you, Number Ten, are you out of your mind? It's already chaos, who cares about instrunts now!"
Swish!
A blade glead, the sharp edge of Number Ten's katana hovered near "Number Ninety-Seven's" neck.
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