"It is an honor for you lowly people to dedicate yourselves to the teacher's great plan!"
After being hit twice by Lu Sheng, Meng Rui was stunned for a few seconds, then roared with a ferocious expression.
At the wound on Lu Sheng's severed wrist, the muscles on the bloody cross-section slowly writhed, and soon a new tentacle grew out.
The slippery tentacles, like ghosts, circled around Lu Sheng's back and suddenly stabbed at the most vulnerable part of his head.
Lu Sheng's lips drooped slightly, as if he had eyes in the back of his head. He quickly turned to the side to avoid the attack of the tentacles, and at the same time, he raised his long leg and kicked Meng Rui to the ground.
At the same time, he raised his hand and slapped her hard twice, left and right, saying, "We are all successors of socialism, why are you the special one?"
These young girls keep using the term "lowly people," have they ruined their brains by reading too many romance novels featuring domineering CEOs?
"Let go of the teacher! Your filthy hands are not worthy to touch him!" Meng Rui shouted incoherently, her cheeks red and swollen from Lu Sheng's slap.
The remaining hundred or so people in the laboratory stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on Lu Sheng.
Lu Sheng glanced around at the reactions of those around him and understood the current situation.
In this research institute, Professor Huang is the sole leader.
After she took control of Professor Huang, she effectively gained control of the research institute, and the remaining people dared not make any rash moves.
Aside from this crazy tentacle-wielding guy in front of me.
Seeing this, Sun Lu opened her eyes from her dozing and rushed behind Meng Rui, directly using the climbing rope to strangle her neck. "Little girl, don't be so irritable. You don't want to turn into a grilled squid tentacles, do you?"
"You bitches, you two bitches, I should have killed you both first." Meng Rui was suffocating from being strangled by the rope, her face turning purplish-red from lack of oxygen, but she still refused to back down.
"Little girl, your mouth is so dirty." Sun Lu curled her lips, raised her elbow and punched Meng Rui on the head, knocking her unconscious and leaving her aside.
The hundreds of researchers in the laboratory were mostly professionals with very little combat experience, and most of their unlocked superpowers were related to medicine. At this moment, they were completely powerless against the two female warriors who suddenly stormed in.
They were too confident in their scientific control and never imagined that someone could sneak in under 360-degree surveillance.
Lu Sheng brought the blade a fraction closer to Professor Huang's neck, the sharp edge immediately cutting a thin line of blood on the skin. Several round beads of blood rolled down the blade.
Sun Lu also noticed Xu Jing, who was unconscious not far away, and immediately walked over quickly.
The lab staff nearby wanted to stop him, but seeing Lu Sheng's sharp gaze and the electronic pulse gun he was playing with, they could only shut their mouths in embarrassment.
Sun Lu placed her finger under Xu Jing's nose to check; she could still hear her faint breathing.
She reached out and slowly touched Xu Jing's body, her fingers finally stopping at her lower abdomen.
Sun Lu frowned and quickly lifted Xu Jing's clothes.
Right below the navel, there are two obvious marks about the length of a palm.
One was an old, hypertrophic scar, and the other was a fresh cut that had just been sutured with surgical stitches; the fine stitches showed that the person was quite skilled.
Sun Lu raised her head with a serious expression. "They used a knife on Xu Jing."
"What about the rest?" Lu Sheng raised his sharp eyes and looked at the middle-aged man with graying temples and a refined demeanor in front of him.
Lu Sheng had only met Professor Huang briefly during the initial selection at the research institute, but now, observing him up close, she finally got a clear look at his face.
Professor Huang has a handsome and upright appearance, with distinctive and righteous features. Although his temples and hair are gray, his skin is taut and radiant, and even the corners of his eyes, which are usually the easiest place to tell someone's age, only have faint lines.
Although one's skin and physical condition may not show signs of aging, the vicissitudes and experiences in a person's eyes cannot be concealed.
Just like the innocent naiveté in the eyes of a recent college graduate, the light in their eyes quickly disappears after they start working. Eyes don't lie.
Professor Huang's eyes, filled with the weariness and experience of old age, clashed incongruously with his youthful, taut skin. He possessed an incongruous quality of being both old and young.
Sun Lu had already inspected all the experimental subjects in the laboratory.
“Almost all of her body has surgical marks, and you can tell the techniques are very good. The incisions and sutures are all very meticulous.” Sun Lu said, gesturing to the two wheelchairs in the corner.
Two young men, each with swollen bodies, sat in wheelchairs, with blood-drawing tubes attached to their arms.
“Those two people were almost drained. I just went over and took a look, and the bags were almost full of blood.” Sun Lu frowned. “Zhang Zhiguo must have had his blood drawn here yesterday as well.”
“I’ve looked at the blood type and blood test records. They are both AB and B type blood. There must be a specific person who needs a blood transfusion.”
Lu Sheng deftly lifted it off the lab table, her indifferent eyes slightly raised. "What do you need so many blood pigs for?"
A normal person needs two weeks to recover from drawing 400ml of blood. Unless there is a large demand for blood, Professor Huang would not need to drain these people all at once.
Professor Huang remained silent, turning his head away from Lu Sheng's questioning gaze.
The atmosphere remained tense for a few seconds, then a cold male voice suddenly rang out from the other side, "Because he wants to slow down aging by getting a blood transfusion."
It was Deng Ran who spoke.
Deng Ran smirked, “You all find it laughable, don’t you? A decrepit old man in his fifties or sixties, actually obsessed with anti-aging.”
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