After a gentle kiss, He Muqing blushed and scolded, "Qin Feng, you're so dull—can you even eat enough tofu?" Qin, the young nobleman, chuckled, "A beauty's fragrant essence is the finest nourishment. Well, I'm full now. Let's get down to business, shall we? Hehe!" The elegant female leader gave him a graceful glance, then opened the car door and leaped down. The elder didn't care about all that—he said, "We even employed genetic technology to prove once again that these so-called bodily fluids belong to anything other than humans!" Qin Feng asked, "Then have you explored other avenues, such as animal genes?" The elder looked at him with disdain, chuckled, "Our researchers here are specialists in human genetics, renowned in the field. As for animal genes—the very concept you mentioned—is outside our scope of study. Moreover, the genetic profiles of these samples don't match any known Earth-based organisms. Therefore, we firmly believe they are visitors from another world!" Qin Feng was about to object, but the elder interrupted, "Young man, here, I am the authority!" The unspoken implication was clear: don't challenge my authority. In the eyes of our professionals, your speculations seem utterly naive. So, better keep quiet and avoid any embarrassment. He Muqing furrowed his brow: "It seems we've found the wrong people. Often, fame falls short of reality. Xiao Feng, can your team perform chemical analysis on the samples?" Qin, the young man, nodded: "No problem. Though I don't have any established authorities on my side, they're much more practical." The elder chuckled with disdain: "Young man, if even we can't detect something, what good will it do to take it to the Chinese Academy of Sciences? You seem so confident—why don't you tell me who your team members are? Let me hear it!" Qin Feng smiled: "Old fellow, with all your youth and energy, have you never heard of the saying, 'Heaven has its heavens'? Since you're so authoritative, then tell me—have you ever won a Nobel Prize? Given your tone just now, you must have won it more than once, haven't you? How many times, exactly?" The old man blushed deeply. He never even made it to the nomination stage in his entire career—mainly because of his mediocre abilities and his notoriously temperamental nature. He wasn't good at scientific research, but he excelled at political maneuvering when it came to leadership. Qin Dashi continued, "Let me be honest with you—my people, the researchers from Qin Group's Pharmaceutical Division, may not hold the same titles as you, yet they've developed many drugs that simply can't be achieved by your team. He Liang, let's go!" With that, he turned and walked off. The old man was left speechless. While he deeply respected Qin Group's Pharmaceutical Division and had studied their several drug products thoroughly, he was truly impressed. He Liang, however, let out a cold laugh. "Such an institution, drawing so much money from the government's budget every year—how on earth do you expect it to contribute? You esteemed experts, stay right here and keep being authorities. I guarantee you won't be authorities for long—you'll be heading back home to claim your titles soon!" "Having said that, she turned and walked away. The old man felt embarrassed beyond words, wishing he could vanish into the ground—never had he been treated so lightly by young people, especially in front of his colleagues. With his head held high, he insisted, 'What's wrong with Qin Group? They're no better. Do you think you're someone special, speaking so boldly at such a young age?' By afternoon, he received an official notice outlining two key points: pragmatism and staff reduction. Only then did he realize he had made a serious mistake. The two young people in the morning were no ordinary individuals. Though he had put in great effort to implement reforms, the established culture within the office had already taken root—ice doesn't form three feet thick overnight. It couldn't be changed simply by making promises. After struggling to maintain the status quo for some time, the leadership observed that little had changed and ultimately decided to dissolve the entire department, with all staff members seeking new positions on their own. As for the Qin family's research complex, a group of researchers who had only ever dealt with the surface-level aspects of genetic studies managed, under Hou Bao's leadership, to extract and analyze four distinct genetic profiles—European humans, Pacific tiger sharks, African cheetahs, and American tigers. These four different genes combined in an unusual manner to form a completely new species. This observation, indeed, was accurate—the resulting organism did not belong to any known species on Earth. "How could this have happened?" He Muqing, though less familiar with genetic technology, understood that any form of genetic modification invariably led to death as the first outcome. Yet the lab results clearly showed that these four genes had fused together—an achievement that even the most accomplished scientists could not guarantee would be perfectly integrated. Hou Bao shook his head and said, "I can't quite figure it out. By ordinary reasoning, this is simply impossible. Among the four gene types, there are human genes, mammalian genes, and fish genes—four biological types that are completely unrelated!" "He shifted his tone and said, 'For three years, I attended an academic conference in Europe, where German scientists proposed integrating animal genes into human bodies. Their goal was to strengthen the generally frail human constitution. According to them, during World War II, Chancellor Hitler had commissioned scientists to conduct such research. However, after the war ended, the original records vanished—rumors say they were taken by the Soviets. Since then, the German scientists have also carried out similar studies!' 'That makes perfect sense—the Blood Shadow must have acquired this technology, which enabled the creation of these mutated humanoid creatures,' Qin Feng exclaimed, slamming the table. 'They've also developed both ordinary and advanced levels of mutated humanoids!' He had a strong feeling that the person who killed those four college students was likely at a level higher than the final Chris. Hou Bao also slammed his table, saying, 'I now have a new idea—we can use these samples for an experiment.'"