I Can Control Resources

Chapter 359: Chapter 298: Sensing: Hidden Elemental Power

There are several great legends in the Alliance.

And Lan Ruosi, known as the ’Director of the Madhouse,’ was one of them. As for the other legends, I don’t really feel like writing about them, so let’s just skip them.

Of course, the legend of Lan Ruosi...

I don’t really want to write about that either.

Skipped. Again.

But Gao Neng got the picture.

This Dean Lan was a total badass.

However, what he was thinking about right now wasn’t how badass Dean Lan was, but why Shen Ning’Er had snatched the opportunity to act first.

What a pity!

If he had been the one to act, that punch would have definitely been explosive.

’It’s all Lan Xiaobing’s fault for holding my hand so tightly!’ Gao Neng shot a resentful look at Lan Xiaobing before finally giving up his resistance.

Since he was already here...

Even if they were all lunatics, he’d just have to endure it.

Of course, whether it was the Dr. Lan he saw in the Forgotten Land or this Dean Lan before him, Gao Neng had to admit their expertise in their professional fields was impressive.

It was just that their personalities truly left him speechless.

Director of the Madhouse...

That nickname really was fitting.

"Ning’Er, come with us," Lan Ruosi said, no longer paying any mind to Yi Qinglian. Or rather, he had never paid her any mind to begin with.

"Alright," Shen Ning’Er nodded.

"Oh, right. Fang Tangtang doesn’t need to be tested." After saying this, Lan Ruosi turned and walked toward the inner room.

"Huh? I don’t need to be tested?" Fang Tangtang froze for a moment, then her eyes lit up. Holding Gao Xiaomeng, she followed after Lan Ruosi. "Dean Lan, I want to take a look around too! My grandpa said you’re the Alliance’s best weapons manufacturing expert!"

"Your grandpa?" Lan Ruosi stopped and glanced at Fang Tangtang’s face. "I’m not the Alliance’s best weapons manufacturing expert. The best was your father."

"But my old man is dead, so now you’re the best," Fang Tangtang replied, showing no emotional change at the mention of her father.

"Putting it that way... isn’t exactly wrong," Lan Ruosi said after a moment’s thought. "But since you’re interested in weapons, don’t follow me. I’ll have someone take you to the research center’s weapons manufacturing division for a tour."

"A tour of the weapons manufacturing division? Yes, yes!" Fang Tangtang’s eyes lit up again. In truth, she was just feeling a little bored.

As for what Gao Neng’s talent values were?

She wasn’t particularly excited about that.

But the weapons manufacturing division was a real temptation for her.

"Dean Lan, Yi Qinglian and I will wait here, correct?" Zhou Jin, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke up.

"Yes, just wait," Dean Lan nodded.

"Understood." Zhou Jin didn’t ask anything else. She walked over to help Yi Qinglian up, then pulled the disgruntled Yi Qinglian to sit off to the side.

"Sister Jin..." Yi Qinglian’s eyes were slightly red.

"Shen Ning’Er was right to hit you. If I had known Dean Lan was the Director of the Madhouse, I would have acted too. Qinglian, do you understand?" Zhou Jin said gently, patting Yi Qinglian’s back.

"Yes, I understand. I was wrong. But I’m not angry at Shen Ning’Er, I’m angry at Gao Neng! Why? Why are we just here to be his foils, to make up the numbers for him!" Yi Qinglian gritted her teeth.

"Classmate Yi Qinglian, I’m not taking the blame for this! I didn’t even do anything!" Gao Neng, who was standing nearby, immediately cried foul when he heard Yi Qinglian and Zhou Jin.

’He hadn’t even made a move, okay?’

’How was this his fault?’

’The one who hit you was Shen Ning’Er. The one who made you a number-filler was Dean Lan. Go after them, why don’t you? How could she just throw the blame on him like that? She was being too unreasonable!’

"Hmph! It is your fault!" Yi Qinglian snorted coldly.

"Gao Neng, let’s go, let’s go! I can’t wait any longer!" Lan Xiaobing didn’t give Gao Neng another chance to speak, grabbing him and dragging him forcefully into the research center.

"..." Gao Neng was speechless.

’Something about this whole scene felt off.’

’Sister Xiaobing.’

’You’re a woman in your thirties, aren’t you?’

’Try to be a little more composed! Can’t you not be in such a rush!’

Of course, Gao Neng had no say in the matter right now. He was dragged into a glass-walled room inside the research center.

The scene before him was somewhat familiar.

It was just like the military base in the Forgotten Land. The room was filled with various machines, and outside the glass partition were several control consoles covered in countless buttons.

Lan Ruosi and Shen Ning’Er were standing in front of the consoles.

There was no one else.

The entire test only involved Dean Lan, Gao Neng, Shen Ning’Er, and Lan Xiaobing.

"Gao Neng, don’t be shy. Hurry up and take off your clothes," Lan Xiaobing, who was in charge of Gao Neng’s examination, said as soon as they entered the room.

"Do I have to take off my shirt?" Gao Neng asked, his face twisting into a pained expression.

"You don’t like taking off your shirt? Okay then, you can take off your pants instead." Lan Xiaobing thought for a moment with great consideration before offering Gao Neng a new choice.

"I’ll just take off my shirt then..." Gao Neng stopped hesitating and removed his top.

And what followed was, naturally, a painful experience.

Lan Xiaobing began to explore Gao Neng’s body with her hands. She started at his head, moved down to his neck, and then to his chest.

She was very thorough, not missing a single inch.

Moreover, she murmured to herself as she felt him up.

"Auntie was right, your body really is amazing. The muscle tissue is extremely dense, one of the densest I’ve ever seen. Mmm... I say that mainly because you’re young. You know what being young means, right? You’re tender, full of vitality. Mmm-hmm... feels so nice to the touch," Lan Xiaobing muttered to herself nonstop.

"But aren’t we supposed to be testing my talent?" Gao Neng forced another bitter smile.

"Yes, testing your talent. But your body is just so incredible that I couldn’t help myself when I saw it. I wanted to touch it a little longer," Lan Xiaobing nodded.

"Uh, so when can we start testing my talent?"

"We can start now."

"Thank you, Sister Xiaobing..."

"Don’t mention it. Come with me!" Lan Xiaobing finally stopped touching Gao Neng, but her eyes were still roaming over his body.

It was a hunger that came from deep within.

Not *that* kind of hunger.

It was the kind of intense hunger that made one want to peel you open, layer by layer.

Gao Neng really couldn’t stand that kind of gaze.

But he was completely powerless to do anything about it.

Fortunately, however, the test was finally about to begin.

Lan Xiaobing led Gao Neng to a sophisticated machine.

Gao Neng had never seen this kind of machine before, but its overall structure felt a bit familiar, rather similar to the talent tester from the college entrance exams.

It was just that the machine in front of him was larger, and the materials it was made from were clearly different. It was silvery-white all over, likely constructed from some kind of alloy.

Of course, the testing method was also a little different.

Gao Neng remembered that during the college entrance exams, the testing method was very simple—you just had to stick your hand inside. But this time, Lan Xiaobing didn’t have him do that.

Instead, she began attaching suction cups and data cables all over his body.

On his head.

On both arms.

On his chest.

On his lower abdomen.

A total of five suction cups and their data cables.

After setting all this up, Lan Xiaobing left reluctantly.

Gao Neng just stood there.

At the control console.

Lan Ruosi and Shen Ning’Er were watching Gao Neng as he stood in front of the machine in the glass laboratory.

"Uncle Lan, last time in the Forgotten Land, when I was in charge of testing Gao Neng’s talent, there was an accident," Shen Ning’Er said, looking at the ready Gao Neng.

With no one else around, Shen Ning’Er’s way of addressing Lan Ruosi had changed, from Dean Lan to Uncle Lan.

"Oh? What kind of accident?" Lan Ruosi asked as he powered on the console.

"An explosion," Shen Ning’Er said seriously.

"An explosion?" Lan Ruosi looked up.

"Yes. The cause was never determined at the time; it’s still unknown. However, I now suspect that the talent tester might not have been able to handle it," Shen Ning’Er said, her expression serious again.

"What kind of machine did you use last time?"

"An intermediate-grade talent tester."

"Hmm, then there shouldn’t be any problem this time. The one in front of Gao Neng now is an advanced-grade talent tester. Not only can it withstand more, but it can also provide values accurate to ten decimal places for each talent!" Lan Ruosi said confidently.

"I hope so..." Shen Ning’Er said no more.

Just then, Lan Xiaobing walked out of the laboratory, came straight to Shen Ning’Er and Lan Ruosi, and brought a chart with her.

"Based on my examination, Gao Neng’s metal talent levels are extremely high. I can preliminarily determine that his iron talent is above 95%, copper is above 95%, tin is above 95%, silver is above 95%, and gold is above 95%..." Lan Xiaobing reported a series of data points as she handed over the chart.

Of course, Gao Neng couldn’t hear any of this.

"That high?" Lan Ruosi’s expression finally changed, because he knew very well the special ability his daughter possessed.

A natural-born Elemental Senser!

She could sense the active ’Hidden Elemental Power’ within another person’s body through close contact.

In Gao Neng’s eyes, Lan Xiaobing was just interested in his muscles.

But that wasn’t the truth.

Lan Xiaobing was actually a genetic mutant. It was just that her genetic mutation wasn’t combat-oriented, but rather geared toward scientific research.

Similarly, Lan Ruosi was also a genetic mutant.

"Sister Xiaobing can sense Hidden Elemental Power, just like Uncle Lan?" Shen Ning’Er’s eyes lit up as she overheard Lan Xiaobing.

"Yes, hereditary genes," Lan Ruosi nodded. Then, his hands began tapping a few buttons on the console. "Since we have a preliminary judgment, we’ll have to adjust the values. An accuracy of ten decimal places might really be too much for it to handle. Let’s set it to two decimal places instead."

"Understood." Lan Xiaobing nodded and immediately began operating the controls.