Li Yao also received the text message, but unlike the others, he wasn't happy. Looking at Han Han, bound to the wooden stake, he realized he was ultimately just an experiment, not a foreign creature. He opened a wooden box; inside was a beating heart. Luckily, he had given Xiao Se the antidote to get him into action, allowing him time to reach the cave. He hadn't found another heart that had been removed from its body, yet it was still alive and possessed vitality. This enormous discovery was more scientifically significant than any substance like helium.

Lin Weiwei never expected that right after she stole his car keys, Li Yao was following right behind her, except that he was driving a helicopter.

"Who are you?" Han Han originally intended to move the supplies, but he unexpectedly saw that Ma Fei had set up fireballs at another exit.

"Li Yao, your new commander."

Looking at the data displayed on the computer, this woman could actually resurrect infinitely, but she had one flaw: like Xiao Se, she had hematite in her body, which first caused memory loss and then death. A weapon in battle requires controlling not only people, but also their lives. He picked up a pen and poked her beating heart; Han Han cried out in pain. Indeed, her fatal weakness was her heart.

This person's physical fitness is okay, but his combat ability is too poor and needs further adjustment.

As for physical perfection, it's nothing more than... Li Yao glanced at the photo on the wall, Lin Weiwei standing on the overpass in a full-body galactic armor suit, her eyes as cold as a thousand-year-old frost, that was the most perfect woman.

"Don't pierce my heart... it's dirty. I'll do whatever you want."

"Oh? Hehe, okay, but I want Lin Weiwei alive."

It's Lin Weiwei again... I hate that name to the core. I want Lin Weiwei dead, and yet the person in front of me is the living Lin Weiwei. And his eyes are fixed on the person in the photo with a kind of infatuation and greed, as if he wants to devour her.

No answer? Who knows what this test subject is thinking? But surely she possesses something extraordinary? Infinite resurrection means regeneration, so does her blood have the same effect? ​​If I drink it, wouldn't I be eternally young? And so, those greedy eyes, burning with desire, approached her. Terrified, Han Han trembled, pulled out a syringe, and plunged it fiercely into her throat—the blood there was the freshest.

After taking a sip, his mind felt like it had gone through an eternity, his heart was racing and he was incredibly excited. This was the taste of rebirth!

"It's so delicious, it's like taking a stimulant. It seems this research can't be reported yet."

If this is reported, it will inevitably attract people as greedy as him. If everyone can be reborn, then how can there be any distinction between status and class?

Looking at the person who had fallen into a deep sleep, he contentedly took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe his mouth, then wiped his hands and tossed it into the trash can. It seemed he needed to take a good, relaxing shower tonight.

Inside the bathroom, steam rose and water droplets hung from the ceiling. He was wearing a face mask when a knock on the door disturbed his peace.

"Section Chief, the data report you requested is ready. May I come in and keep you company?"

"You can leave once you put your things down," came the cold voice from outside the door. Listening to the commotion inside, the man realized he'd missed his section chief being alone today and would have to wait a long time. He'd heard the section chief was single, so he'd definitely have to make a good impression when he went in.

"Section Chief..."

"Didn't you hear what I said? I'm only interested in women with perfect bodies."

Startled, a sob came from outside the door, and they fled in panic, because they had never heard him reprimand them harshly before. In their memory, Section Chief Li was always approachable and respectful, and treated every lady with gentleness and gentlemanly manners.

They're all trash. With his high IQ and millions in personal assets, he'll fawn over any toad, regardless of its color, without even considering whether he's worthy. He glanced at the stock market on his phone, then closed his eyes contentedly and continued enjoying his bath. He's a consistent winner every time; data analysis is definitely his forte.

Li Yao was never short of money, but Xiao Se on the other side was struggling financially.

Marriage certificates are cheap, only 8.8 yuan, but holding a grand wedding in Mangshi costs a fortune. Weiwei is pregnant, and he wants everyone to know his wife is Lin Weiwei, and the child is his. Because of his conflict with Old Man Xiao, all his funds were frozen after the gun theft. He wondered why, even though they were both his own children, he was considered to be stealing a gun, while whatever Lin Weiwei wanted to do, the old man would readily sponsor her with huge sums of money.

"This six million is for viewing only, not for use! Tell me the password, old man Xiao!"

I never knew how much it would cost until I became a father; my credit cards are maxed out. Now I have to pay for nutrition at the hospital, and I've even started to doubt if the baby is really mine, so I've changed my password.

"Young Master, Mr. Xiao said he'll tell you the password as long as you admit your mistake." The person on the other end of the phone was the Xiao family's butler, his voice mechanical, as if he was used to repeating the same words all along.

He's lost count of how many times he's caused trouble, big or small, from childhood to adulthood, and he's never satisfied with anything he does. The only thing he seems truly interested in is pursuing Lin Weiwei as his wife. But I haven't done anything wrong! If it weren't for saving his own wife, would he have been brandishing knives and guns? Waiting for the police to handle this, he probably won't see his grandson again.

None of the people around him were as wealthy as him, so he gritted his teeth and thought of one person: his stepmother. Although he disliked her, she would occasionally secretly give him some money. He wouldn't ask for it unless absolutely necessary, but the thought of his stepmother's status made him grit his teeth in hatred. He still couldn't forgive this woman; she was a mistress, someone who destroyed family harmony.

"Don't hang up yet. You know who I am. Weiwei is in the hospital, right? Uncle will give you some money."

Beep beep beep

The phone call ended. That's ridiculous. He wouldn't even take money from his stepmother, why would he take yours? It's like the sun rose in the west! It's not even his child, why would he give you...?

Wait! He said "give" means it doesn't need to be returned, but he's the murderer of Grandpa and Mom, so we absolutely can't take this money. Even though Weiwei has money, she doesn't want children; if we don't pay this money, the child will be gone.

Consider this money a loan; it will be repaid in full sooner or later. I will not owe anyone any favors, nor will I forgive Li Yao for his actions.

He sent a bank card number, and ten minutes later, his phone showed that 200,000 yuan had been deposited into his account. Thank goodness it was only 200,000 yuan; any more and he probably wouldn't have been able to repay it. But nothing could make this stay-at-home dad back down.