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Chapter 315 - 311 Perfect Data

Chapter 315: Chapter 311 Perfect Data

Although the two had confirmed their relationship, the shy Nanrong Wanqing couldn’t withstand his teasing. Recalling the tender moments they shared, a blush immediately rose to her delicate face, bright and charming, like a goddess fallen into the mortal world, intoxicating to behold.

"I’m not talking to you anymore." Nanrong Wanqing, fearing Ling Chen might blurt out something bold again, quickly dropped a sentence and immediately turned to head back to the villa.

Watching her retreating figure, Ling Chen couldn’t help but think of the words Mr. Yun had once said to him, feeling incredibly conflicted inside. He didn’t understand why Mr. Yun would prevent him from being with Nanrong Wanqing, and now he had no interest in finding out. What he was worried about was far more important.

Mr. Yun was undoubtedly a high-ranking member of the God Organization. Given his position, he would inevitably stand against the God Organization in the future. Consequently, Mr. Yun would become his enemy. In this situation, the one who would suffer the most was undoubtedly Nanrong Wanqing. If she knew the truth, she might find it hard to face.

Thinking of these headache-inducing issues, he couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Forget it, he thought, one step at a time—cross that bridge when you come to it.

Night fell, and the autumn breeze was slightly cool.

Just after nine o’clock, Ling Chen went to bed early. Having lost too much blood in the past couple of days, his body felt weak. He wanted to rest well and recover as soon as possible.

At this moment, the ringtone of the mobile phone on the bedside table rang out.

"Hello! Old Tang, how is it?"

"It’s too late, they’ve already run away. All the data has been cleaned up, not a trace left behind."

"They sure fled quickly."

After escaping from that secret base, Ling Chen immediately contacted the Ghost Organization. Unfortunately, they were a step behind, and Mr. Yun had probably already left East Sea City with Zhu Hong.

...

At this time, in an underground room, the lights were bright. In the small room filled with various sophisticated instruments, several researchers in white coats were busy preparing.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and Zhu Hong, wearing a thin patient’s gown, walked in from outside and then lay down on the bed in the center of the room.

"Mr. Zhu, if you feel any discomfort, remember to tell us in time," reminded a researcher nearby.

Having said that, he turned his head to look at the north wall of the room, where a huge transparent glass window had been installed. Outside the window, Mr. Yun stood with his hands behind his back, staring intently at Zhu Hong on the bed.

Sensing the gaze of the researcher, he nodded lightly. Receiving his approval, the researcher immediately picked up a syringe and focused on injecting the serum into Zhu Hong’s body.

In less than ten seconds, Zhu Hong’s eyes gradually closed, and he fell into a deep slumber.

"Start!"

As the voice fell, the researchers began the experiment in an orderly manner.

With a blood transfusion tube inserted into Zhu Hong’s arm, bright red blood immediately began to flow through the clear tube, then along the transfusion line into the blood exchange machine. As the fresh blood was drawn from Zhu Hong’s body, another pale red blood was infused into his body through another tube.

Throughout the process, everyone’s expressions were tense, not daring to relax in the slightest, their eyes firmly fixed on the data displayed on the instruments.

After more than ten minutes, Zhu Hong, who was in a deep sleep, suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, his body violently convulsing, and white foam continuously spewing from his mouth, a very frightening sight.

Mr. Yun, watching from outside the glass window, saw the changes in Zhu Hong and his face immediately darkened, his brows furrowing tightly as he asked in a deep voice, "What’s the matter?"

"It’s likely a bodily rejection of the blood fusion." A researcher inside the room explained, "The blood we transferred into him was artificial blood manufactured using Ling Chen’s genes. It’s quite normal for the body to reject it."

"Is there a risk to his life?"

"There shouldn’t be a problem. We anticipated this situation and were already prepared." As the researcher spoke, several researchers had become busy, using various instruments to alleviate Zhu Hong’s symptoms. As sweat formed on the brows of everyone present, Zhu Hong’s condition finally began to improve and steadily stabilized.

At the same time, the data on the instruments started to jump from zero to ten, and continued to rise.

Seeing those numbers, all researchers heaved a sigh of relief, their faces breaking into relaxed smiles.

"Mr. Yun, everything is progressing smoothly."

"Very good." Mr. Yun nodded, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. Zhu Hong was a talent he had nurtured himself; he didn’t want anything to happen to him. Moreover, he had higher expectations for Zhu Hong. If Zhu Hong died now, his many years of hard work would be in vain.

Two hours later.

The successful blood transfusion recipient Zhu Hong slowly opened his eyes, which, originally dark as ink, now bore a trace of eerie blue, adding a mysterious charm to his handsome appearance.

Rising from the bed, Zhu Hong lifted his hands, examined the palms and backs of them, and then flexed his joints. Feeling the changes in his body, the corners of his mouth immediately lifted.

"Not bad, this is the effect I wanted."

After getting out of bed, a researcher immediately handed him a steel pipe that was presented to Zhu Hong. Glancing at it, Zhu Hong took it, applied a slight force with his arms, and the steel pipe, as thick as a wrist, instantly deformed, twisted into a lump by Zhu Hong as easily as if it were dough.

"Proceed with the next set of tests immediately; I need to know his data clearly," said Mr. Yun from outside the glass window, his eyes excited, urging them on impatiently.

"Yes."

In less than half an hour, a complete report was delivered into Mr. Yun’s hands. Looking at the astonishing numbers, even the usually composed Mr. Yun couldn’t help but laugh.

"Excellent, very good! Zhu Hong, you certainly did not disappoint me. This data alone is enough to rival an exoskeleton armor suit."

At this moment, Zhu Hong, now dressed in a sharp suit, was holding a cup of tea and sitting leisurely in a chair, savoring it.

"Mr. Yun..."

"There are only us relatives here, no outsiders, you may use a different address."

"Yes, Uncle Yun." Zhu Hong spoke, "Ling Chen’s blood and genes do indeed have extraordinary effects, it’s a pity we let him escape, and can’t collect more of his fresh blood."

Mr. Yun waved his hand and said, "These aren’t problems. As long as he is out there, whenever we need him, we can capture him back at any time."

"Uncle Yun." Zhu Hong hesitated for a moment, but still couldn’t resist asking, "Why do you insist on letting Ling Chen go? Even without Ling Chen by Wanqing’s side, we could still ensure Wanqing’s safety."

"You can’t say it like that. I need someone capable and trusted by Wanqing to stay by her side, and Ling Chen is the most suitable candidate. Given the current situation, the Jiang Family will sooner or later come after Wanqing. Since we are not in a position to act now, we can only rely on Ling Chen for help." Saying this, Mr. Yun paused, giving Zhu Hong a meaningful look. "I know what you’re thinking. Don’t worry, I won’t change what I promised you."