The vice-leaders, including the officers standing nearby, all stepped forward.
The officer pointed his gun at Imu's head and yelled at him, "Let go of my hand! Or I'll shoot!"
Just as Xiang Qing was about to make a move, Yi Mu turned his face, his misty blue eyes fixed on him, and gave a cold smile: "Is that so?"
The officer's expression was stiff, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the gun bulging. He held on for a while, then suddenly turned the gun around and pointed it at his own head.
His finger was pressed against the trigger, and it took him a great deal of effort to prevent him from pressing it.
No one can remain calm when their life is threatened.
The officer's face was filled with terror, and his eyes were pleading as he looked at Yimu.
Little did he know that the immune person in front of him was also a superhuman with special abilities. How terrifying was the ability to control people's minds with just a glance?
He was just a nobody, and Yi Mu couldn't be bothered to bother with him.
With a lowered gaze, the power controlling the officer vanished.
The officer, having survived the ordeal, had his back soaked with sweat, and his gaze toward Yi Mu no longer held any contempt.
Yi Mu turned back to the old man and said, "Go to hell, you victim. If you were in that situation, would you be making sarcastic remarks here?"
The old man wanted to speak, but Yi Mu didn't give him the chance.
He shoved the old man back into his seat and glanced sideways at the crowd.
“I’m here to tell you that in this world, the strong rule. You occupy great resources, run bars, host banquets, and support a bunch of useless good-for-nothings, treating them like treasures, while the truly capable people are doing hard labor on the periphery. It’s utterly ridiculous.”
The older woman dismissed his words: "What do you know? These people were outstanding entrepreneurs who contributed a lot of money to the experiment. They promoted human progress and deserve such treatment."
Yi Mu raised an eyebrow, sat down again, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.
Smoking is not allowed underground, and the moment the tobacco was lit, a piercing alarm went off.
The youngest of the four vice leaders snapped his fingers.
The smoke exhaled by Yi Mu gathered into a small ball, which was blown towards the exhaust vent by an invisible wind.
However, the alarm won't stop so easily.
Yi Mu extinguished the cigarette in his mouth, frowned, and looked at the man.
The man had an ordinary face, devoid of joy or sorrow, much like a Bodhisattva who saves all sentient beings.
How ridiculous! Could the vice-leaders here have been chosen based on their facial features?
An elderly, exquisitely beautiful White Bone Demon, a skinny monkey, a Maitreya Buddha, and a Bodhisattva-like figure.
Yi Mu took out a lighter and relit the cigarette.
The young man's expression remained unchanged, but his gaze fell on Yi Mu, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
The alarm that had just stopped went off again. Yi Mu stared at the man, exhaled a puff of smoke, and snapped his fingers, just like him.
The blaring alarm, which had been blaring loudly, suddenly stopped, its piercing sound abruptly cut off.
The man's pupils contracted slightly, and his hand under the table was also controlled by an unknown force, rendering him unable to use his supernatural abilities.
At the same time, everyone in the monitoring room was in a panic. Every video feed was filled with static, and the images were being interfered with by an unknown force, disappearing completely.
Yi Mu had a devilishly handsome face, with long hair that covered his eyes, snow-white skin, and a slight upturn of his thin, rosy lips. His clear, melodious voice carried a wicked joy.
"Three years ago, you pinned me down on a lab bed; I was your guinea pig. Now that I'm here, what role do you see yourself in?"
His heterochromatic eyes swept over the four people in front of him, his gaze filled with bloodlust and coldness.
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