Upon hearing the werewolf's words, Wayne showed no sign of smugness. Instead, he frowned and asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Aldenan gave a dry laugh: "Don't you need two helpers for your experiment?"

"helper?"

Carol, strapped to the operating table, muttered under her breath, "I'd rather die than help him."

Aldenan gave the orc a "shut up" look and continued, "Take tonight's events as an example. If you had a suitable assistant, you wouldn't have needed to personally spread the news, distract the guards, or arrest people. You could just assign the tasks and wait in the laboratory to prepare for the experiments."

Wayne looked coldly at Aldenan: "Sounds good, but why do I feel that asking you for help is very risky?"

Aldenan said thoughtfully, "Mr. Dunlop, please give me a chance to persuade you. First of all, having already transformed into monster form, our only way to return to normal is to seek your help. Therefore, anything that is detrimental to you is tantamount to completely cutting off our escape route..."

"That's barely a valid reason. Continue."

"Also, since the experiment requires you to be in the public eye, we can help you with that, which will minimize the possibility of your identity being exposed..."

"It sounds appealing, but it's not enough."

"Finally, since your experiment was able to create us, it means you must have found the secret to success. You can naturally create a third variant, so you don't need to kill us now."

After listening to Aldenan's words, Wayne smiled slightly: "What you've said isn't enough to convince me that you're harmless to me. If I release you, you might escape, or you might retaliate. How can you guarantee that these things won't happen?"

A look of tension appeared in Aldenan's eyes. If Wayne really let him go, how could he ensure that he wouldn't run away or retaliate? He couldn't think of any reasonable solution for the time being.

To his surprise, Wayne walked to the operating table, looked at him, and said, "Stop thinking about it! Fortunately, I found a solution to this problem beforehand."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wayne pressed a switch, releasing the two from their chains.

Aldenan, still in shock as he sat up from the operating table, twisted his aching arm and looked around. Suddenly, he noticed the violence and hatred in Carol's eyes.

"Carol, stop!"

Before the werewolf could even utter those words, Carroll, now free from his chains, had already rolled off the bed, raised his massive fist, and was about to smash it into Wayne.

At this critical moment, Wayne took a short whistle from around his neck and blew it hard.

A sharp whistle, inaudible to humans, suddenly echoed throughout the room.

Aldenan suddenly realized that a ring of sharp spikes on the iron ring around his neck was slowly piercing his skin, and the liquid flowing out of it entered his body. The intense pain caused him to fall off the bed.

Carroll, not far away, knelt down helplessly before Wayne, just like him.

Wayne looked at the two men on the ground, put away his whistle, slowly sat down in a chair, and said, "The magnetic rings around your necks are hollow inside, filled with a special solution. When stimulated by sound waves of a specific frequency, spikes will drill out from the inside and inject the solution into your bodies, causing you to suffer extreme pain and torment. By the way, this mechanism will also work when you try to destroy it."

"Alright, enough with the chit-chat, let's get down to business." Wayne picked up a pen and paper from the table, stared at Aldenan and Carol, and said seriously, "Tell me everything about your itinerary during the days you were inoculated with the supernatural bacteria, including what you ate, what you did, and what symptoms you experienced! Don't leave anything out!"