Free Web NovelChapter 1026: Chapter 400: Killing the Chicken to Warn the Monkey (Part 2)
It’s no wonder the elder of the Federation Clan, who single-handedly elevated a second-rate family to the rank of a top-tier family, possesses such great ambitions.
He immediately expressed his sincerity to Zhang Beixing. Due to Zhang Beixing’s special identity, even if the Federation Clan wanted to, they couldn’t offer substantial help to Zhang Beixing.
However, if they managed to express goodwill to the enterprises of Zhang Beixing’s nation, it would count as pledging their allegiance. Within a few minutes, the elder of the Federation Clan had made up his mind.
"Our Meka Clan is also willing to cooperate with your nation’s enterprises!"
Another man spoke up.
If the words of the elder from the Federation Clan only surprised them a little, the representative of the Meka Clan’s words shocked them and added a bit of confusion.
Because the Meka Clan’s representative was just a stand-in and not a true decision-maker, how could he dare to say such a thing directly?
Looking at the representatives of the Six Major Clans around him casting curious glances, the Meka Clan’s representative smiled slightly, though his heart brimmed with disdain.
"Our Meka Clan’s decision-makers gave me the right to make decisions when I came, unlike your clans with such conservative ways!"
Of course, the representative of the Meka Clan only thought this in his mind. If he really said it out loud, it might have led to attacks from the other clans.
"If you truly want to cooperate with our nation’s enterprises, I have no objection, but you must show your sincerity."
As he spoke, Zhang Beixing stood up and walked toward the door.
"However, your sincerity towards enterprises and towards me are completely different."
Without giving others a chance to ask questions, after saying this, Zhang Beixing directly left the hotel suite, while the only person among the Eight Great Clans remaining, the elder of the Federation Clan, showed a mysterious smile.
"Minister, what do we do next?"
After exiting the hotel, Leng Bing looked excited.
Although he anticipated the overseas trip would be very exciting, he didn’t expect it to be so thrilling.
"Don’t you want to get treated?"
Seeing Leng Bing’s wound still bleeding, Zhang Beixing regarded him with a look of disbelief.
"Honestly, if you die from excessive blood loss due to delayed treatment, I won’t count it as a work injury."
Zhang Beixing’s reproach sounded like a joke, which warmed Leng Bing’s heart. Spending time with Zhang Beixing made it clear that he was someone whose care always had a sharp edge.
Meanwhile, in a stronghold of this national organization, an elder glanced at the report from his subordinates, a trace of anger flashed on his aged face.
"I really don’t know what those fools are thinking. They can’t even handle such minor matters. If we can’t obtain the Transcendent blood, we can’t ensure the Stability of memory!"
The elder wore a dark purple robe, signifying his significant status within the organization.
"Apologies, as an Extraordinary Level fighter, Zhang Beixing’s strength is exceptionally strong!"
A young man beside the elder showed fear on his face. Others might not know, but as the elder’s direct subordinate, it was clear that if they angered this mad scientist, they would become the next study subject.
"You’re absolutely right; Transcendent blood is indeed difficult to obtain. However, after suffering so many losses, if we can’t even secure a drop of it, I believe the organization needs a purge!"
The elder’s nonchalant statement sent a chill through everyone present, as if standing in freezing winds wearing only a thin layer of clothing.
Although the elder always maintained the identity of a scientist within the organization, only a few knew he was the founder of it.
And his real age was much older than perceived.
"Wait, can we use other blood instead?"
A middle-aged man approached. The elder’s demeanor eased upon seeing the man, clearly valuing him highly.
"Quark, I know, only you can bring me pleasing news."
"We purchased a batch of blood from the underground black market, supposedly excavated from beneath a cathedral. There are four types, marked with ancient writing..."
After Quark recounted the story, the mad scientist’s face showed near-hysterical excitement.
"I didn’t expect legendary supernatural races to truly exist, but the Angel and Demon blood is too precious. Let’s start researching with the Werewolf and Vampire blood!"
The mad scientist seemed trapped in a peculiar state, continually muttering to himself.
"As long as we perfectly integrate these bloods into the genes, the presence of Transcendent blood wouldn’t matter!"
"No, if we add the Transcendent blood to this, we might create those mythical gods!"
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Not everyone could clearly hear what the elder was saying, but everyone maintained calm expressions, seemingly accustomed to such scenarios.
"So, Mr. Quark, what should we do next?"
A young man approached Quark, feeling uneasy at the mad scientist’s reaction, fearing to become the next experiment subject.
"Go to the basement and pick the 10 strongest individuals, then contact the families we’re closely aligned with, get them to prepare more funds because we’re running low."
After Quark finished speaking, he noticed the young man hesitated without moving, seemingly wishing to speak but holding back, prompting him to frown.
"Just say what’s on your mind."
"It’s like this, within the Eight Great Clans, the Meka Clan, Federation Clan, and Locke Clan have clearly expressed their stance on cooperating with us. The remaining five clans haven’t explicitly stated their position but have suspended communication with us..."
The young man’s voice grew faint, afraid of displeasing Quark.
"No problem, it’s not just the Eight Great Clans we cooperate with; contact other regional families and have them transfer money through overseas accounts."
Under Quark’s arrangement, everything proceeded systematically. This trust is likely why Quark received such confidence from the mad scientist.
Subsequently, an ancient and exquisite box was delivered directly to the mad scientist.
Opening the box, which contained four different types of bottles, the scientist showed a hint of madness, his gaze burning bright.
"Let me see which bottle contains the Werewolf’s blood."
While the scientist researched blood components, in the basement, his subordinates had already selected 10 living subjects for the experiments.
These 10 individuals, realizing their impending fate, resisted fiercely. Yet, being limited to a controlled daily food intake, they were no match for the scientist’s armed personnel.
After a session of whipping discipline, the 10 individuals became compliant.
"If you survive the process, you’ll receive treatment far superior to ours!"
The organization member in charge of guarding them chuckled, whispering to himself.
"Only if you have the strength or luck to live until the experiment’s conclusion."
