While under the intense gaze of everyone, a robotic arm automatically descended, stopped at the top of a stainless-steel cylinder, and then slowly rose. Eight Zero E-Book As the stainless-steel cylinder gradually ascended, a circular glass cylinder emerged, containing a pale blue liquid and a man whose body was covered with dozens of plastic tubes. The man was bare-chested, with his hair partially covering his face. Fortunately, the dense network of tubes provided a partial veil, making it impossible to avoid partial exposure. Chinomoto Naoki's eyes lit up as he asked, "How is my son's vital condition?" The white-coated doctor in charge promptly replied, "His heartbeat is normal and strong, and all physiological indicators are within the expected range. We just don't yet know what will happen once he's removed from the nutrient solution." "What does that mean?" Chinomoto Naoki scoffed. The white coat glanced at the person beside him and said, "After all, Mr. Nakamura has received several animal gene variants, plus a high-energy nutrient infusion. With these genes and the infusion, his heart has been automatically repairing itself and has become stronger and more powerful than before. Since this is the first time we've conducted such an experiment, we can't guarantee that his current functions will be maintained once he's removed from the infusion!" Mr. Nakamura's expression had noticeably darkened. After a few seconds of thoughtful silence, he hummed, "Regardless of the outcome, you've done your best. Even if my son ultimately passes away, that will have nothing to do with you. Rest assured—whatever rewards you're due, we won't cut a single cent!" The white coat quickly replied, "Thank you, Mr. Nakamura. We also sincerely hope your son will recover. We mentioned the uncertainty because this is the first time we're doing something like this, and we're not entirely confident in our results!" Mr. Nakamura waved his hand, indicating he didn't need further explanation. The other nodded, and several people took their positions. One of them pressed the green button, and the liquid inside the glass cylinder was drawn out. The monitor showed that Naka Hidenori's heart rate had increased. However, this level of increase was within acceptable limits. Everyone closely monitored the display, paying attention to any other changes. Naka Naoki reached into his coat and removed a strangely shaped pendant, then closed his eyes and began to pray softly. After all the liquid had been drawn out, Naka Hidenori's body began to move vigorously, causing several tubes to detach. The white coats quickly moved to attend to him, preparing to inject anesthetic into the glass cylinder to prevent further complications. The anesthetic was administered smoothly, yet Naka Hidenori did not settle down—his movements actually became more pronounced. "Director, things don't look good," one of the white coats called out. The lead white coat turned to another and said, "Increase the dosage—double the injection, please!" The man nodded. As he pressed the button, the green infusion was about to flow through the tubes into Nakamura Shun-nan's body, but he caught the needle and swiftly pulled it out. Nakamura Shun-nan opened his mouth, shouting as he removed the remaining tubes. The white-coated staff were flustered—they hadn't anticipated the situation unfolding as it did. As they themselves had said, since it was the first time such an event had occurred, they had no idea what to expect or how to prevent it. Nakamura Naoki had remained closed-eyed, murmuring to himself. Pop! Nakamura Shun-nan struck the glass cylinder with a punch, and everyone was startled. The lead staff member spoke up, "Don't worry—this is 30-millimeter-thick tempered glass. Not only can't a punch crack it, even a car crash wouldn't break it!" The staff members breathed a sigh of relief, yet they remained on edge, as Nakamura Shun-nan's second punch caused visible cracks in the glass. Naoki Nakamura slowly opened his eyes, a slight upward curve forming at the corner of his mouth. Only he knew the outcome of the experiment. When he had invited these experts, he had not told the truth—he had merely said that gene technology would enable his son's heart to automatically repair itself, transforming a corpse into a living person. The technology he had purchased was precisely that of the gene-based humanoid creatures, specifically the highest-grade variant humanoid. Although Qin Feng had eliminated all the variant humanoids, the scientists who had developed this technology were not among them. Upon hearing the news of the complete extinction of the humanoids, Nakamura had immediately stood up in alarm. At that time, Qin Feng had only been focused on killing people and had not thought to pursue the source of the technology, thus allowing the scientist to escape unscathed. During his years of exile, the scientist had quickly become financially destitute. When Nakamura offered him a high price, the scientist accepted without hesitation. Crack…哗啦… The glass cylinder shattered completely, and Muneyoshi Naka burst out, grabbing the nearest white coat at the neck with one arm, then delivering a crisp crack. The white coat’s cervical vertebrae snapped, and he instantly expired. The others began to scream; some lifted chairs as defensive weapons. Naka moved with remarkable speed—figures darted and flashed—and within less than a minute, all of them were dead. Then he charged toward Muneyoshi Naka, the man who had been pushing the wheelchair. Before he could aim his anesthetic gun, Naka caught him by the throat, tearing it apart, and blood sprayed all over Muneyoshi Naka. Finally, his own neck was compressed by his son’s hand. Naka emitted a low, wild roar, his voice strained as he said, “Muneyoshi, I’m your father—look at me!” “Father…” Muneyoshi’s eyes were vacant, yet he still released his grip. Naoki Nakamura began to gasp heavily, a great weight lifting from his heart—thankfully, his son still remembered who he was. "Perhaps that's true," Naoki Jun'nan suddenly turned around, simultaneously extending his right arm. Naoki Nakamura felt a coolness on his neck, then stared in disbelief at his son, his eyes wide, before his head tilted and he collapsed onto the wheelchair. Naoki Jun'nan watched him, speaking coldly, "Once you've revived me, your mission is complete. With nothing else to do, there's no reason to continue living here—otherwise, you'll become a hindrance to me!" Then he shouted skyward, "Qin Feng, I'm going to kill you!" After saying this, he removed his father's clothes and put them on himself, then stepped out of the laboratory. ... Qin Feng and Isabel worked together to successfully ambush several lone Shangci monks. These unfortunate ones were now off to the afterlife to find their abbot. The remaining monks realized the strength of their opponent and immediately adjusted their strategy, consolidating their forces to avoid greater casualties. As a result, Qin Shao and the beautiful instructor lost their opportunity. Yet neither grew discouraged; in fact, with the enemy now concentrated, they found it easier to coordinate and extract them one by one.