Inside an office in Angel Gene's research center, a man sat behind a desk. His face was dark and gloomy.
Zhao Heng and Zhao Hai Yang stood on either side of him, not daring to say a word. They lowered their heads, not daring to look at the man.
The man looked to be in his forties or fifties. His appearance was ordinary, but the aura he exuded was extremely strong. Every move he made had an intimidating aura. Even Zhao Heng, who was of the same generation, and Zhao Haiyang, who was his biological grandson, did not dare to even breathe loudly in front of this man.
He was the chairman of Angel Gene, Zhao Seven. It was a very old-fashioned name, but because he was the seventh child of his family, his parents gave him the name Seven.
Zhao Seven had many brothers. Back then, people were encouraged to have children. Every family had seven or eight children, and the Zhao family was no exception.
Before Zhao Seven, he had six older brothers. All of them had very good names, at least a hundred times better than Zhao Seven's name. But without exception, all six brothers died young. Only Zhao Seven, whose name was not very good, survived.
Back then, there was a lot of superstition. A fortune-teller once told Zhao Seven that he would not live past the seventh day of his life.
The seventh day of Zhao Seven's life was not the seventh day of Zhao Seven's life. It was the seventh day of Zhao Seven's death. That was the seventh day of Zhao Seven's life.
The Zhao Family's life of premature death would also end with Zhao Seventh. In the future, when they gave birth to another child, they would be able to survive and would not die prematurely.
And on the seventh day of the Zhao Family's sixth son's birth, Zhao Seventh really did almost die. Zhao Seventh's mother didn't want her newborn son to die, so on the seventh day of his birth, she held onto Zhao Seventh and refused to let go.
She was a mother who had lost six children. She could not bear to see her seventh child die.
That day, Zhao Seventh's mother stayed by Zhao Seventh's side.
In the end, an accident occurred. The house collapsed, and the mother and son were buried alive. When they were dug out, Zhao Seven's mother was smashed beyond recognition. Zhao Seven, who was still in his infancy, was protected by his mother's body. Miraculously, he did not die, but his body was covered in his mother's blood.
When he was pulled out, the swaddled Zhao Qian licked his fingers and smiled.
Just like that, Zhao Seven lived for seven years. And because of him, the Zhao family grew from a small research center to one of the four cornerstones of the Alliance: Angel Gene.
"Seventh Brother, I'm sorry. I messed up."
Zhao Heng was an old man, but in front of Zhao Seven, he was like a primary school student who had made a mistake. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhao Seven.
Everyone in the Zhao family was afraid of Seventh Zhao. They all said Seventh Zhao's life was tough, but it was also tough. Angel Gene had come this far by stepping on countless corpses. The Zhao family knew this very well, and they all feared Seventh Zhao more than any other person could ever hope to.
No one knew better than them how terrifying Zhao Seven was, so they were afraid of Zhao Seven and listened to him.
"Failure isn't a big deal. Everyone fails. But if a person fails and he can't even figure out why he lost, then he deserves to die." Zhao Seven looked at Zhao Heng coldly and said, "What do you think you lost?"
Zhao Heng answered, "I'm sorry, Seventh Brother. We were unlucky. We did not expect such a scary creature to be hiding in the hills. That is why we failed.
And that Han Sen, if he had used his super pet to stop the super creature, we wouldn't have lost so much. "
Zhao Haiyang did not dare say anything, and then he said, "It was Han Sen who set us up. If he had not lured that scary creature here, we wouldn't have …"
Zhao Seven looked at him coldly. Zhao Haiyang immediately swallowed the rest of his words. He didn't dare to say anything else.
"It is my fault."
Zhao Seventh's gaze swept across the two of them. His expression softened as he said indifferently, "It's my fault for letting you go. Go and call Zhao Lian over."
Zhao Heng and Zhao Haiyang felt relieved, and they left Seventh Zhao's office as if they had been granted amnesty.
Not long after, a tall middle-aged man knocked on the door and entered Zhao Seven's office. Most people would find it hard to imagine that such a burly man with a face as dark as Zhang Fei would have a name like Zhao Lian. The name did not match the person at all.
"What can I do for you, Chairman?" Zhao Lian politely asked.
"How is the Angel Gene Fluid's research going?"
Seventh Zhao looked relieved. Every family had a few good people, and Zhao Lian was one of them. He liked Zhao Lian a lot, and many important tasks were assigned to him.
"We are in the third phase of the research. Based on the results, there are still many problems with the Angel Gene Fluid. But give the researchers some time, and I'm sure they can fix them," Zhao Lian said.
"How much of the third phase's research is there?" Seventh Zhao asked.
"Twenty-three portions," Zhao Lian answered.
"Take them to Zhao Long. Tell him to kill Han Sen in the sanctuaries, no matter what," Zhao Seven said.
"But the Angel Gene Fluid is still unstable. If Zhao Long uses it, even if it succeeds, he won't be able to survive." Zhao Lian didn't finish his sentence.
"Didn't the Zhao family raise them for this day?"
Zhao Seven coldly said, "It is time to begin the fourth phase of the experiment. We need to observe the data of Zhao Long and the others after they use the Angel Gene Fluid. This data is very important to the research of the Angel Gene Fluid."
"Yes, sir."
Zhao Lian didn't say anything more. He left the office and went to the lab.
There were many busy researchers in the research institute. In the innermost part of the research institute, there was a transparent room. In the room, a strong man was imprisoned on a Z-steel alloy bed. His limbs and body were fixed by the Z-steel alloy, and he could not move at all.
A robotic arm moved towards the man on the bed and injected a red liquid into the man's body.
The blood vessels in the man's body suddenly swelled up, like terrifying blood snakes covering his entire body. His eyes were bloodshot. The man struggled, letting out a chilling roar.
And on top of his head, there was a small horn. It looked very strange, as if it had grown out of his head.
Katcha!
Katcha!
The Z-steel binding the man was forcibly broken by the man. He stood up from the bed, his muscles bulging. Breathing heavily, he walked towards the transparent wall step by step, a pair of blood-red eyes staring at the wall.
"A03, can you hear me?" Zhao Lian transmitted his voice into the sealed-off transparent room through the microphone.
"Yes, sir."
Although the man's appearance was very ferocious and terrifying, he still nodded and answered, but his voice was trembling.
The professor was overjoyed, and he said, "Another success! Our success rate is over 95%!"
Zhao Lian smiled and said to the professor, "Professor, give me the rest of the Angel Gene Fluid."