The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert
Chapter 156 - 153 Strengthening

Chapter 156: Chapter 153 Strengthening

With a gust of cold air, Ling Chen instantly saw a large number of glass tubes arranged inside the iron box, each filled with purple liquid.

"Turns out it’s this thing."

In an instant, Ling Chen reacted.

Tang Yuan looked at him puzzled, "Have you seen this before?"

"This is exactly the enhancement drug I told you about." Ling Chen inwardly gasped in alarm, the last time he’d seen only a few milliliters, but the reserves of enhancement drugs at this base were so extensive. Apart from this iron box, there were four others nearby. One could imagine how terrifying the quantity of these drugs was.

"Old Tang, take a photo and send it out, these are all incriminating evidence."

"Just photos alone probably won’t be of much use unless we can prove that this stuff is a banned substance."

Seeing a box full of enhancement drugs, Ling Chen pondered for a moment and asked, "How much time is left in the self-destruct program?"

"Less than four minutes."

"Old Tang, I have an idea, it’s all down to luck whether we live or die now." Saying this, Ling Chen pulled out a glass tube filled with the purple liquid and quickly walked towards the lab.

Soon, he found a syringe.

Seeing his actions, Tang Yuan immediately understood and exclaimed in alarm, "Are you crazy?"

"Well, we are set to die anyway, might as well give it a try, maybe there is a glimmer of hope." Ling Chen explained.

Last time, he had witnessed in person the consequences of someone injecting the enhancement drug; strength and various functions had been significantly improved, perhaps it could help them escape.

In any case, he didn’t want to just sit there and wait for death.

There were more than twenty milliliters of enhancement drugs in this glass tube, and without hesitation, Ling Chen drew it all into the syringe.

"Old Tang, get ready to film." He instructed.

Whether or not they could escape, at least record the process, it could later serve as direct evidence to prosecute those people.

Under Tang Yuan’s tense gaze, Ling Chen bit down on his teeth, jabbed the syringe into his own vein, and as he pressed down on the plunger, all of the purple liquid was injected into his body.

After pulling out the syringe, Ling Chen sat quietly in the chair, eyes closed, feeling the changes in his body.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, veins bulging all over his body, muscles undulating non-stop, and visibly swelling at a noticeable rate. In less than ten seconds, his arms had expanded several times, becoming horrifyingly massive.

Ling Chen clenched his teeth, sweat pouring down his forehead. Only at this moment did he truly realize how intensely painful the enhancement drug was.

No wonder the bodies in the morgue were all contorted in agony; they must have died due to the unbearable pain.

Tang Yuan stood by, eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Ling Chen’s transformation. He considered himself to have a strong mentality, but this scene still left him utterly shaken.

Watching Ling Chen’s agonized expression, Tang Yuan asked urgently, "How are you, are you okay?"

Ling Chen seemed not to hear him, gasping heavily as if he had lost control over his bodily functions, saliva and mucus all streaming out.

Not only that, but Ling Chen’s hair was growing rapidly, and in no time, his close-cropped hair had grown long enough to brush his shoulders.

"Ling Chen..."

Seeing his change, Tang Yuan was at a loss for words to describe his shock.

Suddenly, Ling Chen’s head snapped up, his pupils turned a fearsome red. Without waiting for Tang Yuan to speak, Ling Chen’s legs kicked out, and he vaulted over Tang Yuan’s head, charging towards the exit’s iron door.

His fist hammered out, accompanied by a crisp ’clang’ sound, and an indent immediately appeared on the surface of the iron door.

Tang Yuan, who was hurrying from behind, watched with his eyes wide and tongue-tied as Ling Chen, with sheer force of a single punch, dented the iron door that was ten centimeters thick—a door that even a grenade couldn’t destroy.

That strength-enhancing drug was just too monstrous.

At this moment, Ling Chen seemed to have gone mad, pounding the iron door with punch after punch tirelessly.

The thick iron door gradually dented inward, forming a crack.

...

In the Boyang Company’s office, Zhu Hong stared at Ling Chen’s performance through the surveillance footage, his gaze frozen, sitting there in a daze. Ling Chen’s demonstrated abilities had already stunned him.

It took a while before he came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Record it, quickly record it."

When he said this, his tone was tinged with excitement.

The organization’s newly developed drug wasn’t suitable for everyone because human body functions vary, resulting in different levels of rejection—mild cases are bedridden, severe cases end in death.

The research experiments they had been conducting aimed to adjust the components of the strength-enhancing drug so that it could be used by everyone.

Just now, he had witnessed Ling Chen inject himself with twenty milliliters of the strength-enhancing drug.

If it were anyone else, they would have succumbed to the effects of the drug and died from bodily explosion by now, but Ling Chen had persevered, which was undeniably a breakthrough. Through this, they might find a way to improve the formula of the drug.

At this moment, there was less than two minutes left before the self-destruct program activated.

Under Ling Chen’s continuous assault, the surface of the iron door had already cracked. However, the crack was only large enough for a child around four or five years old to squeeze through; it was hopeless for an adult.

Just then, Ling Chen, who had been throwing punches, suddenly paused. Following that, he spat out blood and fell backward.

"Ling Chen!"

Tang Yuan was shocked and rushed to his side, lifting his head up.

"Ling Chen, wake up!" he yelled loudly.

However, Ling Chen seemed to have fallen into a deep coma; although he was still breathing, no matter how much he was called, he couldn’t be woken up.

"How is his condition?"

In this critical moment, an elderly voice suddenly came from outside the iron door.

Tang Yuan looked up and saw a person appearing outside the crack in the door—it was He Ziyun.

His face lit up with relief, "Old Leader."

"Step aside!"

Tang Yuan responded and hurriedly moved Ling Chen to a distance.

In an instant, a long sword struck, forcefully piercing through the iron door. Then, with a ’bang’, the crack Ling Chen had made widened further, now just large enough for an adult to pass through.

Seeing this, Tang Yuan, without another word, immediately took Ling Chen out.

"Old Leader, you go ahead and take Ling Chen to safety, I’ll go rescue the others."

"Be careful yourself." After saying that, He Ziyun sheathed the ancient Han Dynasty long sword and, with one hand holding Ling Chen and a light tap of his foot, whisked away like a swift gust of wind.

Having escaped the base, He Ziyun placed Ling Chen on the ground and reached out to check his breath, his eyes suddenly grew solemn.

Ling Chen’s vital signs were fading; if they didn’t find a way to stabilize him quickly, it wouldn’t be long before even a deity could not save him.