Chapter 138: Submission

Davis was drenched in cold sweat; for those like him who were professionally trained and promoted, the greatest taboos were double-dealing and treachery, and if discovered, there was basically only one outcome: "death."

He had bungled his task and been caught by Ling Wu, so he would certainly lose the trust of Jin Liangjin; though it seemed like two choices, he could only choose Ling Wu.

This Eldest Young Master, who had just returned to the Jin Family, needed an assistant on the surface, and Davis, having received excellent training in the Jin Family for many years, was undoubtedly that perfect choice.

"Young Master..."

"I don't like listening to pleas for mercy." Ling Wu watched him quietly, speaking word by word, each syllable icy cold: "You know very well what you should do."

Submit or die.

Davis was a smart man, slick and sophisticated, and he quickly made his choice; he placed his hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and performed a standard salute: "I am your man."

Ling Wu tapped his face with the gun, looking into his deep, emerald eyes: "Spineless."

Davis lowered his head; he really wanted to say that this wasn't called being spineless, it was called "a wise man submits to circumstances."

Ling Wu looked over the house, turned his chair around, sat down straight, rested his elbows on the armrests, and toyed with the phone; seeing Davis's trembling appearance, he kicked his knee with the tip of his shoe and said in a commanding tone: "Kneel."

Davis looked at Ling Wu; the Young Master before him was clearly just sitting quietly, yet he possessed a condescending sense of oppression, and the sensation of the other's shoe tip brushing against his knee made his legs go numb and weak.

He knelt on both knees, submitting to Ling Wu.

Ling Wu gripped Davis's jaw with one hand, forcing him to lift his head and meet his gaze; Davis was kneeling on the ground, a head shorter than Ling Wu, and the other's cold fingertips were placed on both sides of his cheeks just like that; because the distance had shortened, the other's beautiful face had an even greater visual impact, and the coldness of his knees touching the floor felt like an overloaded current about to fuse his nerves...

Saliva constantly secreted in his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and because of the force of Ling Wu's hand, Davis knelt forward two steps, letting his hands rest on his knees.

This was a posture of complete submission.

Davis had the illusion of being domesticated.

Ling Wu opened the camera, took a photo of him in this position, then released his face and sent the photo to Jin Liangjin: "I quite like the person Father sent to my side, it's just that he's a bit disobedient, but he'll be much better after being broken in, don't you think?"

Jin Liangjin said: "A-Wu, I haven't even had time to know anything yet, why get so angry?"

Ling Wu pressed: "Does this count as openly tearing up our cooperation?"

"Of course not." Jin Liangjin's voice was intermittent: "This... counts as a test from a father to his son."

Ling Wu dialed a voice call over; Jin Liangjin answered quickly, and the first thing he said after the call connected was: "Then try testing me again."

That old fox Jin Liangjin sensed something was wrong and comforted him: "A-Wu, being this irritable isn't like your personality, who provoked you? Tell Father, I'll vent your anger for you."

Both sides of the phone went quiet.

Davis was astonished; he could never have imagined that the way someone like Jin Liangjin interacted with Ling Wu would be like this.

Ling Wu said: "Mind your own business."

Jin Liangjin was rebuffed but wasn't annoyed; he said: "Alright, as expected, once children grow up they become icy cold and aren't close to their father at all."

"Beep—"

Ling Wu coldly hung up the voice call.

Meanwhile, Fang Kai emerged from the phone booth.

He was still in a state of panic, walking aimlessly.

Fang Kai didn't dare go home at all; he took his ID card and briefcase and checked into a hotel, because of Ling Wu's continuous threats, he was now a bit paranoid and jumpy... he carefully checked the hotel room, there were no bugs, no pinhole cameras in the ceiling, and only after confirming the doors and windows were locked did he dare to lie on the bed.

He didn't dare close his eyes at all.

Ling Wu's words, like a devil's whisper, echoed in his ears.

Fang Kai knew the principle of "a life for a life" very well; since Ling Wu had returned and had even tested him at the coffee shop, this Young Master, who had been taught by Jin Liangjin to pull a trigger and kill since childhood, had a heart of iron and stone.

He had spent half a life in glory, only to be driven into a dead end by a young man.

Fang Kai stood at the crossroads of life, looking ahead; the path of life was rugged and winding, with prosperity, warmth, and regret... in the end, he could only see death, and the mere fact that this date had been moved forward made him terrified and fearful.

He was suffering psychological torture every single moment.

He was afraid that Ling Wu's men would pry open the door at any time and press a gun against his head.

Fang Kai lay on the cold, unfamiliar bed and began to recall the origin of his hatred and sins.

The Core Gene Research of the Jin Family Gene Research Institute was, to put it mildly, too inhumane and shocking; Fang Kai had once given this research, which took a new step for human civilization, the absurd name of "God-Making."

The so-called "God-Making" referred to using gene editing to eliminate all inferior human genes, achieving high-intelligence development, and crafting the human body into a "Human AI Intelligence" that possessed emotions and could think independently, completing an evolution.

And this experiment involved half of the Empire's noble families; some provided funds, some provided technical personnel, some provided advanced equipment, and some provided human experimental subjects...

At first, some were willing to be experimental subjects for money, but later, batch after batch of experiments consumed such people, and experimental subjects gradually became in short supply.

So what to do?

Naturally, capture them.

Capture whom? Capture civilians.

Only after sacrificing many civilians could this research develop further, but as the research progressed, ordinary experimental subjects could no longer meet the requirements; they needed humans with excellent genes, or various high-IQ geniuses.