Chapter 132

Ding Huan glanced at the security guard:

"If you dare pull the trigger, you won't see tomorrow's sun."

Saying this, Ding Huan walked toward Seven Stars Tower.

Seeing Ding Huan force his way in, the guard raised his pistol without hesitation and fired straight at Ding Huan's head.

So what if he's Chinese? Even Chinese people aren't allowed to be this arrogant on Ocean Bio's territory.

"Bang!" After the gunshot, everyone realized Ding Huan had vanished.

The guard who had fired lay on the ground, blood gushing from his neck—he was beyond saving.

One of Ocean Bio's security personnel had been killed?

The other guards quickly reacted and immediately triggered the alarm.

"Xinyue, should we go down?" Seeing more people rushing toward them, Seeing Qu Yi couldn't help asking.

Qi Xinyue shook her head:

"We'll wait right here. Xiaotu said, if anyone attacks the Blue Star, just activate the beam and annihilate them."

Compared to Seeing Qu Yi, Qi Xinyue had witnessed far too many killings; she saw nothing wrong with this.

Inside Seven Stars Tower, the several people in the CEO's office hearing the alarm rise all stood up.

"Anna, go see what's going on," said a young man, frowning.

In Niulu City, who would dare cause trouble within Ocean Group's territory?

This alarm going off clearly meant someone was truly causing trouble here.

"Boom!" The door was kicked open by Ding Huan's foot—Anna hadn't even left yet.

"Mr. Ding?" To Ding Huan's surprise, someone recognized him.

The one who recognized him was Chinese, a man in his thirties or forties, with narrow eyes—clearly a seasoned, worldly type.

"What Mr. Ding?" The white young man, though his Chinese was clumsy, could still express himself simply.

China was today's global trendsetter; Chinese was the world's universal language, a global tongue every child in every nation began learning.

"Mr. Ding recently slew the demon dragon on the Human Corridor Frontline, making a tremendous contribution to human survival."

The Chinese man said respectfully.

Though answering the white young man's question, he faced Ding Huan.

At these words, the white man's face changed instantly.

They had just been discussing this very matter.

He also knew that just days ago, Ding Huan had killed the Alliance's leader Shi Chang and the deputy leader Hou Hezhong.

Not to mention that Qin Qiang, president of one of the Top Ten Academies of Blue Star, had also been killed by Ding Huan.

John Ness, Chief Advisor of the Federation, had likewise died at Ding Huan's hands.

This was a killing maniac—nothing like the humble, magnanimous Chinese people they imagined.

Ding Huan chuckled:

"You've got good intel—I just did it, and you already know."

It seemed these big corporations and the Human Corridor Frontline were constantly connected.

"Mr. Ding…"

The middle-aged man still wanted to speak, but Ding Huan waved his hand:

"No more nonsense—first, tell me if Wells is here?"

Hearing Ding Huan's words, the white man hurried to explain:

"Wells is my grandfather; now Ocean Bio is being managed by me and my father, Weimajin."

If it were anyone else, he would have already acted.

Who dares be this arrogant at Ocean Bio? Whether right or wrong, he'd kill them outright.

In this chaotic age, Ocean Bio had both the capability and the nerve.

The Chinese man quickly added:

"Mr. Ding, this is Anderson, executive director of Ocean Bio and Wells's direct grandson. The current board director is Weimajin, Anderson's father."

Ding Huan's gaze fell on the Chinese man, who smiled nervously and continued:

"I'm Qiao Yinjun from Yongtang Biogenetics; I'm here to discuss cooperation with Ocean Bio…"

Before Qiao Yinjun finished speaking, over a dozen armed guards rushed in.

Before Ding Huan could move, Anderson barked sharply:

"Who let you in? Get out."

The lead security captain was baffled—he'd come to arrest the killer.

Someone had seen the killer enter the CEO's meeting room—how could this not be serious?

Yet the moment they arrived, they were ordered out—utterly humiliated.

He quickly waved his hand and led his men back out.

"Anna, go tell them not to act on their own."

After learning it was Ding Huan, Anderson knew these guards were no match for him—not even close.

Ding Huan killed post-heaven and pre-heaven elites; these guards here were nothing but dust before him.

"Yes." Anna hurried out again.

Ding Huan's gaze settled on Anderson:

"How many brothers do you have? How many brothers does your father have?"

Anderson replied respectfully:

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"My father has only me as a son. My father has two brothers, but they've never gotten along—they deeply hate each other. Last year, my uncle's family died."

"Call your grandfather Wells and your father here immediately." Ding Huan sat down.

"Ah…" Anderson stared at Ding Huan, completely confused.

Why call his grandfather and father here?

Just now Qiao Yujun made it perfectly clear—he's the executive director, and he has full authority over everything here.

"You have one minute to make the call." Ding Huan wouldn't coddle this guy.

Even if he weren't about to leave Earth, he'd still come to settle this account.

It's just a matter of whether the reckoning comes early or late.

"Anderson, call now."

Qiao Yujun said weakly, his legs trembling violently.

Anderson didn't understand—but he understood perfectly.

Ding Huan wanted every male of the Wells family here—this was a massacre.

Seeing Qiao Yujun's pale face, Anderson grasped the gravity of the situation and quickly picked up the phone to dial.

Ding Huan turned to Qiao Yujun:

"You're Qiao Yujun. What's your relationship with the Qiao family?"

"Respected Master Ding, I am of the Qiao family.

I've come here representing Yongtang BioGene to negotiate cooperation with Ocean Gene."

Qiao Yujun struggled to steady his voice, but he couldn't.

"It's about Jianyuan Gene, isn't it?" Ding Huan said calmly.

"Yes…" Qiao Yujun's teeth chattered as he answered.

Jianyuan Gene is the same as the earlier Chuliu Gene produced by Bai Yu Group.

How many people did Chuliu Gene kill?

That incident hasn't even faded from memory, yet Jianyuan Gene began production—and its profits are astronomical.

Saying it's like printing money isn't wrong.

But he was utterly innocent—this had nothing to do with him.

Ding Huan looked at Qiao Yujun:

"Speak. Who were the participants who forcibly seized Chuliu Gene? Don't lie.

You have only one chance to speak. Otherwise, Yongtang and the Qiao family will vanish.

You know I can find the answer without asking you."

"Yes, yes…"

Qiao Yujun's teeth chattered:

"It was Qiao Liudong and Qiao Jiansha. Qiao Liudong is chairman of Yongtang Gene; Qiao Jiansha currently oversees the raw material production for Jianyuan Gene at Yongtang…"

He knew he was finished—only hoping Ding Huan would spare him, since he wasn't involved and had confessed voluntarily.

"Anything else? Did the Qin family participate?"

"The Qin family didn't know—but Qin Xiuxin knew. She leaked this.

She told the Gene Alliance; Shi Changyi and the Wells father-son duo took your father and Professor Wen…"

Ding Huan now realized he'd already killed two of them.

Qin Xiuxin and Shi Changyi had both been killed by him long ago.

"Where are Qiao Liudong and Qiao Jiansha? Are they still in Yanjing?"

Ding Huan's tone remained calm.

Qiao Yujun took a deep breath—he knew the Qiao family couldn't escape this.

Given Ding Huan's killing nature, if he went to the Qiao family, he'd likely leave not a single soul alive.

Think of the Gene Alliance's stronghold—he went there twice, and each time he slaughtered everyone inside.

Ding Huan must not be allowed to go to the Qiao family.

Whether he spoke or not, Ding Huan already knew everything—he only hoped Ding Huan would spare the Qiao family for his cooperation.

As for Qiao Liudong and Qiao Jiansha, in Qiao Yujun's eyes, they were already dead men.

Not to mention Qiao Liudong and Qiao Jiansha—he himself, Qiao Yujun, was probably a dead man too.

Thinking this, Qiao Yujun suddenly grew resolute:

"Master Ding, Qiao Liudong and Qiao Jiansha came here with me—they went to visit the De Yuan family…"

Ding Huan cut him off:

"Call them here immediately. I'll only pursue the ringleaders—I won't slaughter everyone. Otherwise, I'll leave not a single soul alive."

"Yes." Qiao Yujun immediately pulled out his phone and dialed.

The first to arrive were Wells and Weima Jin.

Anderson didn't grasp the severity—he thought calling his grandfather and father was just about paying compensation.

Knowing Ding Huan had come, Wells paid no mind.

Perhaps he'd been a superior for too long—he thought, so what if Ding Huan came?

He'd met Zhong Chi, the top warrior of Huaxia—nothing special.

Compared to his Wells family, he was far inferior.

He'd come only to scold Anderson.

He wanted to tell Anderson how he, the man who had grown his family into one of the world's top three gene companies, faced every threat and suppression.

As for Ding Huan's recent killings—slaying the Zhengfu Alliance leaders of the Gene Alliance, slaying the rectors of the Top Ten Academies of Blue Star, the Federation's Chief Advisor, and others—he paid no attention whatsoever.

He had retired; he didn't even have enough time for leisure, let alone care about such things.

Today, he would make Anderson understand how a family stands atop the world.

It's not about cowering before stronger foes and dragging out his grandfather to solve every problem.

"Grandfather…" Seeing Wells approach, Anderson quickly called out.

"You are Ding Huan?" Wells did not speak Chinese—he didn't know Chinese at all.

Ding Huan ignored him, his gaze settling on the two bodyguards behind Wells.

They were both Gene Cultivators, and their cultivation levels were nearly equal to Shi Changyi's—all above Level Seven Gene Cultivators.

The global gene conglomerate's depth was immense; it had literally piled resources to produce two Level Seven Gene Cultivators, and no one knew.

No one knew, so of course they never went to the Human Corridor Front to fight the ferocious beasts.

"Grab him. Break both his legs."

Wells grunted, deeply displeased with Ding Huan's casual attitude.

Even the world's number one expert here would have to bow down—what was a mere young teacher?

The two bodyguards lunged at Ding Huan from left and right.

But before they reached even several meters from Ding Huan, they crashed to the ground with a thud.

Two pools of blood, like springs, instantly spread across the floor.

Wells's cane fell from his hand; behind him, Wema Jin instinctively staggered back several steps in terror.

His father's two bodyguards rarely acted, but whenever they did, no one could stop them—not even the so-called number one expert, Zhong Chi.

Yet what had he just seen? These two were already dead before they even reached Ding Huan—was he hallucinating?

"Sit down. Two more friends haven't arrived yet. Let's wait until everyone's here before we hold a farewell party." Ding Huan pointed to a chair.

Wells had seen too many storms in his life—he had never known what regret meant.

Now, for the first time, he felt regret. He should never have come.