Beast Transformation Potion

Regret it?

It was a soul-piercing question.

But who would dare say it out loud? And even if they did, what difference would it make?

This deathly silence was the best answer.

Chai Jianshe watched all of this, letting out a dry, hoarse sound from his throat, like wind leaking through a crack, or perhaps a mocking sneer.

"It is too late for regrets."

As soon as his voice fell, heavy footsteps echoed from the back of the hall.

Everyone turned to look.

They saw several burly men working together to carry a pitch-black chest, walking heavily, step by step, from the direction of the manor's ancestral hall.

The butler ordered the men to set the chest down. It made a muffled thud as it met the marble floor.

Having done this, he bowed and retreated behind Chai Jianshe, standing with his hands at his sides, as if what had just been brought in was not a chest that would decide the family's fate, but a piece of ordinary luggage.

Inside the hall, everyone's eyes were fixed dead on that chest.

You could hear a pin drop.

What was in the chest? No one knew, but the ominous aura seeping from its seams made everyone's heart palpitate.

The family head, Chai Chengxin, looked particularly awful. His Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at his father with difficulty.

"Dad, must we... must we really go this far?"

Chai Jianshe didn't even bat an eyelid. His cloudy gaze swept over his descendants before him, and he let out a cold snort from his nose. "Don't say I didn't give you a way out."

He waved lightly toward the chest. The movement was small, but carried an unquestionable authority.

The butler understood. He stepped forward and pushed the lid of the chest open. The lid sprang back.

There were no gold or jewels, no divine weapons or magical artifacts, only syringes lying quietly in the grooves of black velvet.

The liquid inside the tubes was a bizarre deep blue, refracting a demonic light under the crystal chandelier.

The butler picked up one of the syringes and carefully presented it to Chai Jianshe.

Chai Jianshe's withered fingers pinched the syringe, as if holding a chess piece that determined life and death.

He held that touch of blue up to his eyes, displaying it to the crowd.

"Super Soldier Serum. The Americans' latest genetic technology, combined with the results of our own research institute. This can be considered a semi-finished product."

His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"But the success rate is only twenty-five percent."

Before his words even faded, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing an arm so shriveled it was nothing but skin and bone, and thrust the needle in without hesitation!

Pfft!

The blue liquid was pushed entirely into his vein.

"Dad!"

Chai Chengxin cried out involuntarily, lunging forward a step, but not daring to actually approach.

The rest of the crowd also erupted in an uproar; a few of the more timid ones had already lost all color in their faces.

Chai Jianshe casually tossed aside the empty syringe. A sickly flush actually surfaced on his face. He grinned, revealing yellowed teeth.

"I'm just an old bag of bones. If I don't put it all on the line, how can I fight for a future for you useless trash? If I succeed, the Chai family can still survive."

In just a few short seconds, blue veins resembling venomous snakes coming to life spread madly from the injection site on his arm, instantly crawling all over the skin of his entire body.

It was an inhuman torment.

His already hunched figure now looked as if it were being inflated. The muscles and bones beneath his skin let out overwhelming cracking sounds.

"Argh!"

With a roar of irrepressible agony, Chai Jianshe suddenly sprang up from his wheelchair.

Before the butler beside him could react, he was slapped across the face by Chai Jianshe's backhand.

That was not human strength.

The butler, a robust man in his prime weighing around a hundred and seventy pounds, was sent flying like a ragdoll by this slap. With a muffled thud, he smashed heavily into the wall twenty feet away, his body sliding down limply, devoid of any signs of life.

Blood slowly trickled down the wall.

This scene completely shattered the psychological defenses of everyone present.

"Monster! Great-grandfather has turned into a monster!"

Amidst terrified screams, the crowd scrambled backward, stumbling and crawling. Chairs were knocked over, and cups and plates shattered all over the floor.

A few bodyguards who were closer frantically pulled pistols from their coats, their trembling black muzzles aimed at the man who was once the family's pillar of stability.

Chai Chengxin was scared out of his wits. He retreated over a dozen steps in a row, only stopping when his back hit the cold wall.

"Roar!"

A sound unlike a human voice, more like the dying roar of a wild beast, exploded from deep within Chai Jianshe's throat.

His body was undergoing a terrifying, visible mutation.

His frail body expanded and bulged in a way that defied the laws of physics, tearing his clothes to shreds. His originally sparse hair fell out completely, and his bald head elongated upwards, becoming sharp and long, with a distinct bulge protruding from the back of his skull.

How was this a super soldier?

It was clearly a monster that had crawled out of hell!

A glimmer of gloom flashed in Chai Chengxin's eyes. Sure enough, it had failed.

A twenty-five percent success rate was simply too low.

Right at this moment, the main doors were kicked open.

"Your granddaddy is here! Holy crap, where did this monster come from?!"

In reality, Lin Mo saw very clearly that this old man had only turned into this because he injected some serum.

Taking drugs to get stronger was already a traditional craft of the Americans.

And this old geezer was obviously one of the seventy-five percent failures.

Lin Mo simply grabbed his willow-leaf saber and slashed downward.

The mutated Chai Jianshe was cleaved right in half.

He wasn't even as sturdy as those sports cars from earlier.

Lin Mo turned his head to look at the large chest of serums nearby and simply raised his hand and pushed down.

The entire chest was slammed shut.

"What is this?!" asked Dongfang Shuye, who was following behind.

"Beast Mutation Warrior Serum. There's an eighty percent chance of turning into a mindless beast mutation warrior. It's just something the Americans used to fool the Chai family."

Why did Lin Mo know this? Because inside his Human Emperor's Banner, there was a whole bunch of military officers who knew about this stuff.

It was originally intended to strengthen soldiers' bodies, but because injecting it caused a loss of sanity, it was ultimately abandoned and pawned off on the Chai family.

The Chai family thought it was some great treasure and continued researching it, lowering the probability of losing control to seventy-five percent.

But something with such a high rate of failure was completely useless to the Chai family.

Just like the ability-transfer hormones the Ning family had back then, without a sufficiently high success rate, they would never use it on themselves.

Seeing his father cleaved in half just like that, Chai Chengxin immediately stepped forward and knelt before Dongfang Shuye.

"Shuye, our Chai family and the Dongfang family have known each other for a long time. Could you ask Lin Mo to let us off the hook? We are willing to hand over the data for this Super Soldier enhancement serum. As long as the research continues, one day our soldiers will become extremely powerful."

Even at this point, Chai Chengxin didn't realize what Dongfang Shuye actually cared about right now.

So Dongfang Shuye looked down at Chai Chengxin.

"Tell me, where is my brother, Dongfang Gushuo?"

Chai Chengxin froze for a moment, but he still waved his hands repeatedly. "This... I don't know either."

Before he could even finish speaking, Dongfang Shuye had already delivered a flying kick.

Bang! Chai Chengxin was sent flying through the air.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo stood to the side, sweeping his gaze over the surrounding people.

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