Luo Jiaojiao was unaware that Yang Songming had already guessed almost everything about her. With a shy expression, she walked forward slowly. "The deputy base commander sent me. He said my soup is very delicious and asked me to bring you some."
Yang Songming remained standing by the window without moving. As Luo Jiaojiao approached step by step, he narrowed his eyes and sneered inwardly. This woman had quite the ambition. "Stop."
As he spoke, he drew his crystal energy gun from his waist and aimed it at Luo Jiaojiao without hesitation, saying, "If you go any further, I'll have to shoot."
Luo Jiaojiao's expression immediately froze, her lips tightened, and she stopped a few meters away from Yang Songming. "Base Commander, what's going on?"
Yang Songming sneered, holding the Crystal Energy Gun steadily in his hand. "It's your own skill that you were able to bewitch Old Zhu, but you shouldn't have come to provoke me."
Luo Jiaojiao's face paled slightly. She knew the power of the gun in Yang Songming's hand. This gun could easily kill superhumans, and there were no more than five of them in the entire base.
"If you don't like this soup, that's fine. I... I'll take it back with me..." Aside from being able to charm others into falling in love with her, Luo Jiaojiao herself had no fighting ability whatsoever.
Yang Songming snorted coldly. After learning about Luo Jiaojiao's special ability, he had been thinking about how to use this move to make it more effective, but there was still no news from the laboratory, and he couldn't control her yet.
He held up the gun and narrowed his eyes slightly. He hadn't expected Luo Jiaojiao to be so stupid, that she couldn't wait to attack him.
He slowly lowered the gun and said to Luo Jiaojiao, whose face was pale with fright, "You want to control me because you want to live a good life, right? Cooperate with me, I'll help you improve your superpowers, and you'll do things for me, how about it?"
Luo Jiaojiao nodded quickly. If she didn't agree today, she would never be able to leave this office.
Yang Songming naturally saw through Luo Jiaojiao's perfunctory attitude. He sneered inwardly, thinking that someone whose emotions could be read at a glance wouldn't even be qualified to be on his chessboard before the apocalypse.
However, nowadays, the simpler the mind, the easier it is to control. Yang Songming's smile deepened. "Let's sit down and talk."
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