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Han Sen knew very well that this proud and fierce older woman didn't usually pay attention to the specific affairs of the production line.
In her view, this production system, while important, would not attract much covetousness.
It's like a pre-programmed factory; all you need to do is deliver on time and operate normally, without worrying about the specific internal details.
When the last member of the transport team regained his clear eyes, he bowed respectfully to Han Sen.
The entire "monster cell" production laboratory, including the people and equipment, has completely become Han Sen's private property.
The laboratory continued to hum under the control of the automated program, and the traitors who had been imprinted with ideological seals performed their duties. Everything seemed no different from the past.
The only difference is that the "strange cells" that were originally piled up in those ten huge culture tanks have been completely drained, leaving only a thin layer.
Han Sen took one last look at the laboratory, which seemed normal as always, before transforming into a dark shadow once more and silently disappearing from sight.
Returning with a full load filled him with immense joy, yet he didn't slow down at all.
The whole thing seems watertight, but it's not without its flaws.
If Sykes were to come in person, with her powerful mental abilities approaching those of a top-tier superhuman, she might very well be able to detect some clues.
What can I do? What can I do?
With this huge sum of money in hand, it's still uncertain what will become of the Monster Association!
Meanwhile, inside the Monster Association's lower palace.
Han Sen's clone continued to put on an Oscar-worthy performance, relentlessly battling the giant, piercing eyes on the throne.
"Lord 'Big Eyes'! This isn't fair! That bastard 'Cut-Up King' killed my brother! This is an irreconcilable feud!"
Han Sen's clone's voice was filled with grief and indignation. Amidst the powerful aura that fluctuated continuously between the Ghost and Dragon levels, the entire palace buzzed, and countless dust particles fell from the dome, as if accusing this great injustice.
In the secluded room, Sykes held a wine glass, his veins bulging, and he could feel his temples throbbing wildly.
She's already wasting most of the day dealing with this guy!
Chapter 127 Losing Patience
In the secluded room, Sykes took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in her heart.
Although he was getting a little impatient, this guy, Insect God...
It seems that under the intense emotional fluctuations, the energy within the body is undergoing an incredible transformation, showing signs of breaking through the current disaster level.
This is truly a case of inviting crows to a banquet...
At this moment, Sykes felt a pang of regret.
—If I had brainwashed the Insect God like I did when I created the Great Serpent, I would have made it absolutely impossible for him to disobey my orders.
Unfortunately, reality doesn't offer "what ifs." Even if she could do it all over again, she wouldn't brainwash a wolf-level failed monster; that would be a complete waste of time.
"Alright, alright, Insect God."
A chilling aura emanated from the massive, single eye of the Great Eye, revealing the profound psychic power of a Dragon-level monster as it attempted to suppress the other's violent aura: "I will investigate this matter thoroughly. Furthermore… I will compensate you with an extra batch of 'monster cells.'"
"If you can use this to break through to become a Jackie Chan-level monster, your dead brothers would surely be very pleased, wouldn't they?"
Han Sen's clone: ? ? ?
His gaze clearly struggled for a moment, and a strange expression appeared on his face beneath the carapace, but Han Sen's clone did not give in.
—You're going to compensate me with my "freak cells"? What kind of nonsense is that!
(Sydney in the locked room: ￥%#**@@!!)
"I don't want compensation! I just want his life!"
"snort……!"
Seeing that the Insect God was still relentless and unyielding, Sykes in the secret room snorted coldly, completely losing patience with his act.
Too lazy to waste any more words with him, she directly manipulated the giant eye to present her final plan: "Fine, since you are determined to take revenge, I will give you a chance."
"As you know, the association will soon be holding a conference for eccentric individuals, and all the executives will be present."
"I will arrange for you to have a public duel with the King of Cutting, right in front of His Majesty Orochi and all his officers."
The man with the large, piercing eyes spoke with a hint of condescending amusement: "This way, we can settle your personal grudges and also let the other cadres see just how capable you really are..."
"Oh ho ho ho... What do you think of this plan?"
Upon hearing this, the violent aura emanating from the Insect God seemed to subside somewhat.
After a moment of silence, as if weighing the pros and cons, he finally spoke in a muffled voice, his tone suppressing a volcanic killing intent: "...Okay!"
"But before that, if that guy dares to show his face in front of me, I can't guarantee I won't kill him beforehand!"
His words still revealed his deep-seated, deadly intent to kill the King of Cutting!
"Alright, alright..." Big Eyes waved his hands repeatedly as if chasing away a plague god, "Then this matter is settled, you can leave now."
After finally seeing off the Insect God, Sykes, exhausted, rubbed her temples in the secret room and downed the glass of red wine in one gulp.
She was losing patience with the Insect God.
But when she thought of the other party's unique potential and the resources and time she had already invested, she had to forcibly suppress the murderous intent in her heart.
"Hmph, Insect God..."
Sykes poured herself another glass of red wine, her beautiful eyes, now even colder behind her glasses, flashing with a cruel light.
"Half a month! If it's still at the Ghost level after half a month..."
Sikes parted her red lips slightly and exhaled a breath of turbid air carrying the scent of wine, having already set a final deadline for the "Insect God" in her heart.
"Even if I defeat the King of Cutting, I'll still send you to Orochi as a snack!!"
For some reason, the moment this thought arose, Sykes felt a sudden, indescribable flutter in his heart.
The feeling was fleeting, as if something important yet unimportant was quietly slipping out of control.
She frowned, her powerful mental energy connecting all her puppet clones, scanning almost the entire Monster Association, but she found nothing unusual.
Ultimately, she attributed it to the fact that she had recently exhausted too much energy in her efforts to set up the Hero Association and keep an eye on S-class heroes.
She swirled the scarlet liquid in her glass, a confident yet cold smile curving her lips.
Forget it, it doesn’t matter.
Whether it's the Insect God, the Great Serpent, or those unruly Dragon-level executives with ulterior motives...
Ultimately, it was nothing more than a tool for her to achieve her final goal!
Deep within the Monster Association.
The labyrinthine, deep passageways stretch into the unknown distance under the dim light.
A dark shadow, close to the ground, ignored the physical obstacles and glided silently across the cold ground.
After winding its way through a complex network of passages, the light and shadow finally came to a stop at an abandoned intersection of pipes.
At the same time, a tall, dark figure walked out from another passage with heavy steps.
It exuded an uncontrollable ferocity and killing intent, and its powerful aura caused any strange people it encountered to retreat in fear. It was the "Insect God" who had just left the Great Eye Palace in a fit of rage.
The moment the insect god crossed the fork in the road, the shadow beneath his feet seemed to be pulled by an invisible force of gravity.
The real and the illusory figures overlapped, and the original and the clone silently merged into one.
On one hand, there's the secret infiltration and the successful return with a full load; on the other hand, there's the crazy acting performance that earns extra money.
The richest woman on the top of the list, who was being manipulated, was still unaware of it, and Han Sen's lips curled into a pleased smile.
The long string of numbers on the "Origin Point" section of the system panel represents not only wealth, but also strength and confidence!
It's important to understand that there are completely different ways to play for free-to-play players and those who spend money.
A glint of light flashed in Han Sen's eyes as some previously impossible feats of cunning flashed through his mind.
"Go back and digest this, and in half a month, give Sykes a big one."
In the dark, sunless depths of the Monster Association, the concept of time has long since become blurred.
As night fell on the surface, the Insect God Temple was brightly lit and filled with deafening noise.
The once gloomy and dark hall was now flashing with the blinding light of colorful spotlights, resembling a hellish disco scene.
On the long stone table, a mountain of roasted meat was piled up, the pieces of meat still sizzling with oil and emitting a rich, exotic aroma.
Barrels of spiked beer emitting a strong, pungent odor were placed to the side. These were drinks specially mixed by "Mosquito Girl" and "Poison Lizard Sisters." If any weirdo couldn't withstand the potent poison, it would be the next main course served.
Thousands of strange people gathered here, each with a different shape and a ferocious appearance, a chaotic dance of demons and ghostly shadows.
However, even as the wolf-level minions reveled, they didn't forget to step aside and make way for the officers of the Thirteenth Team of Insect Gods in the middle area.
Those who got too high have already become food for other weirdos.
Han Sen sat high on the throne made of bones and rocks, toying with a crystal goblet shaped like a skull, the blood-red, viscous liquid inside swirling gently.
In a great mood during the day, he mentioned that he would be having a celebratory banquet that evening.
Unexpectedly, after less than half a day of preparation, "Armed Gorilla" managed to create such a spectacle, turning into a massive carnival with nationwide participation.
He is indeed a master of administration.
Behind Han Sen, Mosquito Girl, who had been promoted to the head of the maid group, was giving him a vigorous massage.
Chapter 128 BUG48
With the defensive capabilities of the "Blacklight Suit," let alone "Mosquito Girl's" massage, even an attack from an S-class hero might not be able to leave a single mark on this pitch-black armor.
But at this moment, he deliberately reduced the strength of his battle suit, letting those soft yet powerful little hands press and knead his solid carapace.
The force was just right, stimulating every inch of muscle beneath the carapace.
"My Lord Insect God, the banquet is in full swing. Next up is a special entertainment prepared for you by your subordinates."
The "Armed Gorilla's" muscular alloy body made its obviously custom-made tuxedo bulge out of place. It walked up to Han Sen, bowed deeply, and its professionally cool face revealed a hint of confidence.
"I'm sure you'll like it."
Han Sen picked up the standard villain-style crystal skull wine glass and drank the crimson, viscous liquid in one gulp.
With great interest, he looked up at the gorilla-like monster with a confident expression.
"So confident? Then let your performance begin."
The armed gorilla turned around and slammed its massive, fan-like metal hand down!
The crisp metallic clanging sound transformed into tangible sound waves, instantly drowning out the chaotic roars and clamor of the thousands of strange figures inside the hall.
The air was quiet.
All the monsters subconsciously stopped what they were doing. Whether they were tearing apart roasted meat or pouring poison into their companions' mouths, they all turned their gazes toward the armed gorilla, who was usually inconspicuous but now exuded the majesty of a demon-level executive.
There aren't many Ghost-level beings in the entire Insect God's territory. With "Phoenix Man" absent, Armed Gorilla is Han Sen's top subordinate.
Mosquito Girl had never been satiated with blood and entered a berserk state, and she was no match for this lump of iron in a proper one-on-one fight.
"Next!"
The armed gorilla cleared its throat and announced loudly, "It will be led by the most dazzling jewel of our Insect God Temple, the Monster Association's first idol group—"
"BUG48! Makes a dazzling appearance!!"
The moment the words were spoken, the lights at the top of the hall suddenly went out, plunging the entire space into a deathly darkness.
The strange people looked at each other, bewildered yet curious.
What is that? Is it edible?
Zila——! ! !
A piercing hiss of electricity ripped through the darkness, followed by a violent prelude of heavy industrial metal and monster roars, which exploded like a volcanic eruption!
The spotlight shone precisely on the temporary stage set up in the center of the hall!
On the stage, Mosquito Girl, the head maid behind Han Sen, had already taken her place at some point.
She casually ripped off her maid outfit, revealing a body covered in intricate black stripes drawn with a mixture of unknown monster blood and fluorescent material, clinging tightly to her curvaceous and wildly powerful body.
The stripes shimmered with an eerie hue under the light, while the translucent mosquito wings behind her vibrated at an extremely high frequency, perfectly complementing her eccentric features and exuding a deadly allure.