Sun Ying was the first to react. She looked at President Wu, who was drenched in sweat. She deliberately asked in front of The Clown, "President Wu, are we, are we going back?"
President Wu glared fiercely at Sun Ying. He secretly glanced at The Clown, only to see The Clown staring at him in a very peculiar way.
That gaze was like how he would look at the girls on Hongdeng Street in Sujing.
Suddenly, fat President Wu recalled a rumor. It was said that many of these special ability users would have some peculiar preferences.
So President Wu instantly felt that his current situation had changed from life-threatening to chastity-threatening.
Luckily, there was another ability user in his car. Making eye contact with Long in the front seat through the rearview mirror, President Wu had already regarded Long as the last line of defense for his chastity.
"Long, go talk to the Clown. We really are in a difficult spot now and need to head back."
Long: "..."
"President Wu, I don't think there's anything to talk about. We're outmatched here..."
President Wu's expression instantly darkened.
"Long, you're not listening to me--"
Snap!
In the middle of President Wu's words, The Clown opened the rear door next to him. He took out a balloon from somewhere and put it in his mouth to blow it up.
Seeing The Clown's actions, everyone in the car fell silent.
Vroom--
Suddenly, the roar of a car engine came from behind.
The few mercenaries hired by the Starlight Group in the last vehicle had started their car and fled after seeing what had happened to the people in the cars ahead.
Looking at the retreating armored off-road vehicle through the rearview mirror, although they knew that the people in that car probably couldn't help much, Sun Ying and the others still revealed indignant expressions.
The Clown tied off the inflated balloon while slowly laughing, "Hehe, what's the use of teammates like them?"
"Don't be angry, I'll teach them a lesson!"
As he spoke, The Clown took out a remote control. Opening his crimson mouth, he clamped the antenna between his teeth and pulled it out.
Then, with the four people in the car looking on anxiously, the smile on The Clown's face grew even wider.
His gaze followed the fleeing armored off-road vehicle. When it reached a certain spot, he pressed the button on the remote control with a snap!
Boom!!!
A billowing burst of flames lit up the nighttime highway!
The off-road vehicle, reinforced with defensive armor and weighing several tons, was sent spiraling into the air before everyone's eyes!
When it reached a sufficient altitude, the armored vehicle spun back down!
Bang!
A jarring crash of deforming metal rang out, with the flames from the explosion flickering violently in the night wind!
Gurgle--
President Wu secretly swallowed his saliva.
At this point, even Sun Ying, Long and the other two had ugly expressions.
Previously, when they were being chased, those people were trying to capture them alive in order to find out why they had come to this area.
But this guy in front of them...
Would directly go for the kill once he made a move. He didn't even consider leaving them an escape route.
Sun Ying cautiously asked, "Excuse me, are you...are you Dr. Lu's man?"
"That's right, it was someone surnamed Lu who sent me to pick you up."
The Clown put away the detonator and tied the long, inflated balloon around President Wu's neck.
Seeing The Clown's hand trembling as it held the balloon while moving around President Wu's neck, Sun Ying beside them truly became a little worried.
Firstly, she was worried that The Clown would suddenly twist President Wu's neck.
Secondly, she worried the balloon would suddenly explode.
"Hehe, darling, first, don't touch this balloon, second, don't go too far from me. Otherwise, this balloon might explode!"
Hearing The Clown's words left the other three people in the car completely confused. Whether the balloon exploded or not, could he still remotely control it?
At this time, President Wu himself cried out, "There's, there's a smell of gunpowder in this balloon!"
Sun Ying and the others: "..."
Long: "President Wu, I'll go talk things over with this Clown. We really are in a difficult spot now and need to head back."
"Like hell you'll talk! Have you not heard of 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do'? Now that we're in someone else's territory, we'll follow our host's arrangements!"
At this moment, seeing The Clown reveal a smile uglier than crying, President Wu said, "Mr. Clown, I, I'm Wu Xiong. Next, please, please lead the way ahead?"
The Clown didn't speak. He took out another balloon and started blowing it up.
This time, the other three people in the car became nervous.
"Huff-- Puff--"
Every time The Clown blew into it, their hearts would violently throb.
On the other hand, President Wu was feeling better now that he had company.
However, this balloon did not end up around anyone else's neck. Instead, The Clown lightly tossed it into the sky. The balloon was sent flying far away in the night wind.
A moment later...
Boom!!
The balloon in midair exploded with a violent burst of flames, causing all four people in the car to jump in fright.
Seeing the ashen face of President Wu next to her, Sun Ying scooted as far away from him as she could in the opposite direction.
As for President Wu, he had completely lost the ability to speak. A large wet patch had formed in his crotch area, filling the car with a pungent stench...
...
In the second half of the night, Wei drove the entire way trembling until finally arriving at the East Suburban Medical College in Yuncheng.
Behind him, The Clown followed leisurely and carefreely.
Along the way, The Clown stopped the car several times to deal with some "tails." Each time he stopped, he scared the four people in the car ahead into a cold sweat.
By now, Lu Yuan had already finished treating that infected person earlier. Dissecting the infected had provided Lu Yuan with new future medical knowledge once again.
Soft biomechanical prosthetic limb structure.
Before The Clown's group arrived, Lu Yuan had already completely figured out this field of knowledge.
Such soft biomechanical prosthetic limbs probably wouldn't be of much use to ability users, but they would definitely have immense appeal to the male members of the privileged classes!
Because combined with some specialized knowledge Lu Yuan had already mastered, they could enable the customization and transformation of that particular part of the male anatomy.
Things like entire snake shapes, loach shapes, earthworm shapes, and so on...
Now the doctor Lu Yuan had gained another skill.
That infected person who had provided Lu Yuan tremendous help did not end up hung up in the freezer. Instead, he obtained a temporary room on the minus three floor.
This was the number three test subject Lu Yuan had reserved. After all, test subjects couldn't only be normal people and ability users. Infected ones were indispensable as well.
When Sun Ying and the others arrived, as soon as the car stopped, Wei, Long and Sun Ying sprang from the vehicle as if it had nails sticking out of the seats.
Leaving only President Wu alone in the car.
"You heartless people!"
President Wu cried out as he gingerly extricated himself from the vehicle.
He looked back hoping to find The Clown, only to discover that The Clown completely ignored him and hopped up the stairs toward the clinic.
Luckily, in front of the reception hall, he caught sight of Lu Yuan in his white doctor's coat.
From a safe distance away, Sun Ying called out a greeting, "Dr. Lu, we meet again!"
"We're so grateful that you came to pick us up tonight. This is our President Wu. He's responsible for the discussions and negotiations this time."
Lu Yuan strode forward very enthusiastically to shake President Wu's hand. "President Wu has come a long way. You must be exhausted!"
President Wu forcibly squeezed out a smile to politely respond, "You must be Dr. Lu? I have admired you for a long time--"
As soon as their hands gripped each other, both involuntarily revealed astonished expressions.
President Wu felt something slimy on his hand, while Lu Yuan caught a whiff of the smell of urine.
President Wu proactively changed the subject. "Dr. Lu, what is this stuff on your hand?"
Lu Yuan looked rather embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, President Wu. I just finished dissecting a snake-form infected person."
"I just remembered that I didn't apply anesthetic when skinning the snakes, and those two snakes actually started moving. As a result, I accidentally got some blood stains on myself. I was a bit nervous when I heard you coming and forgot to clean it off..."
Dissecting, snake-transformed infected person, skinning snake scales, didn't apply anesthetic, got some blood stains...
Wu Xiong looked at Lu Yuan and blinked. Huh!
This Dr. Lu has quite a sense of humor!

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”