Chapter 52

Ding Huan entered the top floor of the Dongxun Gene Center Building without any obstruction.

On the top floor of the Dongxun Gene Center Building, the Gene Alliance’s Vice President, Gu Xian, was holding a meeting to discuss the Qianluo Gene Art and Basic Long Fist practiced by the three Yujiang University students.

Everyone sitting in this meeting room is a direct descendant of the Gene Alliance.

Not a single word spoken here can be leaked.

Directly in front of the meeting room, there was a huge electronic screen playing the live footage of Lu Zi fighting the martial arts robot.

"Steve, tell us about the cultivation situation of the Qianluo Gene Art and Basic Long Fist." Although Gu Xian was speaking, his eyes remained fixed on the live broadcast on the screen.

To be honest, he was incredibly shocked. He was certain that Lu Zi was at least a First-Level Gene Cultivator with a deep foundation.

According to the information they obtained, Ding Huan had only trained the three Yujiang University students for three months.

In three months, he had trained a student with no foundation into a First-Level Gene Cultivator.

Not only that, but the combat ability was also so terrifying.

That martial arts robot was modeled after the combat ability of a First-Level Gene Cultivator.

Perhaps in terms of actual combat ability, the martial arts robot couldn't compare to a First-Level Gene Cultivator.

But Lu Zi was just a student who had practiced for three months, and he could suppress the martial arts robot; isn't that shocking?

A thin, tall man stood up and said, "Vice President Gu, I obtained the full content of the Basic Long Fist and Qianluo Gene Art from Geng Qianxing..."

Hearing this, everyone’s spirits lifted, and they all stared at Steve.

This Steve is the Director of the Gene Alliance’s Gene Research Department; after the Gene Alliance brought Geng Qianxing in, they had no right to interrogate him.

Only Steve was qualified to interrogate Geng Qianxing.

Hearing that Steve had obtained the reason why the three Yujiang University students became strong, how could everyone not be excited?

Three rookie students could undergo a transformation in three months relying on these cultivation methods.

Then, for them, who had already fused with alien genes and even had a certain foundation in martial arts, wouldn't they be able to progress even faster once they obtained these cultivation methods?

Even Gu Xian’s eyes were shining; although he is the Vice President of the Gene Alliance, his cultivation base is far inferior to those deans of the Blue Star academies.

Those deans are Third-Level Gene Cultivators or Earth-level martial artists, while he, the Vice President of the Gene Alliance, is still just a First-Level Gene Cultivator.

He also longs to obtain methods that can cause his own strength to skyrocket.

Steve, however, did not seem very excited, but said slowly, "Unfortunately, those contents are useless to us; I had no progress after practicing them. Not only did I have no reaction after practicing,

but several geniuses in our Gene Alliance also had no reaction after practicing them.

Later, I interrogated Geng Qianxing, and he revealed the secret.

It turns out that Ding Huan prepared two types of genetic agents for these three students; only by fusing these two genetic agents can one practice the Qianluo Gene Art and Basic Long Fist."

"Is there a production method for the genetic agents?" Gu Xian asked immediately.

"No, those genetic agents were prepared by Ding Huan; even Geng Qianxing doesn't know." Steve shook his head.

Just at this moment, on the electronic screen, Lu Zi actually grabbed the martial arts robot and threw it off the ring.

This action made everyone even more excited; they must obtain these cultivation methods.

"Vice President Gu, I suggest increasing the intensity of the wanted notice for Ding Huan..." A yellow-haired woman, because she was too eager for these cultivation methods, could hardly control her tone.

"We also agree to increase the intensity of the wanted notice, but we cannot rely solely on our Gene Alliance; we must also contact the official authorities here in Huaxia and the Martial Arts Alliance.

After all, this is Huaxia; if we rely only on our Gene Alliance, I'm afraid we won't be able to handle it." Steve was also eager to catch Ding Huan as soon as possible.

Compared to the Basic Long Fist, Steve believed that the Qianluo Gene Art was the real treasure.

He did have some results after practicing the Qianluo Gene Art; it did have a little effect.

However, the effect was relatively weak, and since he didn't want to tell everyone about such a good thing as the Qianluo Gene Art yet, he deliberately concealed part of it.

If he said the Qianluo Gene Art had some effect, he feared everyone would demand the Qianluo Gene Art from him, and then who would go to catch Ding Huan?

Another point is that the Qianluo Gene Art he obtained only had the first three levels, meaning that even if it had an effect, he could only practice up to a Third-Level Gene Cultivator at most.

A sharp scream came from the live broadcast screen, and then the crowd began to riot...

"What's going on?" Even Gu Xian stood up; he also saw people on the big screen constantly falling to the ground and dying.

Just at this moment, Nong Yizhen from Zhenyu Academy stepped out to speak, stabilizing the chaotic situation at Puhai Plaza.

"Is there a problem with the genetic agents? Is it the Seliu gene?" Gu Xian’s voice trembled.

Where is the Seliu genetic agent obtained the most? Naturally, it is their Gene Alliance.

To make the Gene Alliance more cohesive, when the Seliu genetic agent first came out, the Gene Alliance rewarded a large batch of Seliu genetic agents to low-level employees.

Others who wanted the Seliu genetic agent had to pull strings and wait, but the Gene Alliance naturally didn't need to.

As long as they sent someone to the Baiyu Group, would the Baiyu Group dare not give it?

"Uh..."

A high-level executive in the meeting room suddenly clutched his throat, then blood began to flow from his seven orifices, and his facial features began to twist.

The next moment, this Gene Alliance executive fell to the ground and died; it took no more than ten seconds.

As if in a chain reaction, after this executive fell to the ground and died, two more fell one after another.

Gu Xian’s lips trembled; if it really was a problem with the Seliu gene, then one-fifth of the people sitting here today would die one after another.

"I previously thought it was your Gene Alliance playing tricks, but now seeing your people dying too, I realize that someone else is playing tricks," a mocking voice came.

Following that, a herb merchant carrying a backpack walked in.

"Who are you? How did you get here?" Gu Xian was the first to react.

A burly man didn't wait for Gu Xian to finish speaking and rushed toward Ding Huan in one step.

No matter who it is, breaking into the meeting room without permission is a capital crime in the Gene Alliance.

Gu Xian was also furious; were the security guards outside eating shit?

Ding Huan didn't even move; a white flash from the short blade in his hand, and this security guard was split in two.

"Who am I? I am naturally the Ding Huan you want to put a bounty on," Ding Huan said, and then suddenly threw the short blade in his hand.

"Pfft!" The short blade pierced through the throat of an attendee; this guy fell to the ground, and a pistol slid down.

Ding Huan walked over, picked up the pistol, and then pulled out the short blade before saying unhurriedly, "Whoever dares to draw a gun again, the next one will be him."

After speaking, he quickly spun the short blade in his hand.

There are always people who feel Ding Huan couldn't see every corner, and another person tried to secretly draw a pistol.

"Bang!" This time Ding Huan didn't use the blade, but just raised his hand and fired a shot.

A blood mark appeared between the eyebrows of the man who wanted to draw the gun, then blood flowed out, and he also fell to the ground and died.

"Why bother, I can use a gun too," Ding Huan spun the gun in his hand again and walked to Gu Xian.

"Teacher Ding..." Gu Xian stared at the gun in Ding Huan’s hand, his tone a bit incoherent.

Don't look at how sonorous his tone was when he put a bounty on Ding Huan, all based on human survival. Once it came to his own life and death, it was a different matter.

"Go," Ding Huan raised his foot and kicked Gu Xian flying.

Then he sat in Gu Xian’s seat unhurriedly and placed the pistol on the table in front of him.

"Where did your experts go?" Ding Huan scanned the meeting room and then said unhurriedly.

He was also very strange in his heart; the strongest person here seemed to be only a First-Level Gene Cultivator. The strongest martial artist was only an internal strength martial artist, not even a Yellow-level one.

Wasn't it said that the Gene Alliance had Fifth-Level Gene Cultivators and even Innate martial artists?

Gu Xian didn't even dare to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said tremblingly,

"Teacher Ding, the Gene Alliance’s experts have gone to handle matters under the leadership of the President; they will return soon. We can discuss everything properly; the small conflicts just now don't count for anything."

"Yes, Brother Ding. If you and our Gene Alliance truly have any misunderstandings, we can sit down and talk slowly.

With genetic fierce beasts rampant on Earth and human survival in such a dangerous situation, we still have to fight internally; this is consuming our internal strength," the yellow-haired woman who previously suggested increasing the bounty on Ding Huan said proactively.

Her tone was very sincere, and she even stood up, seemingly completely unbothered by Ding Huan firing his gun.

Ding Huan smiled, "You hit the nail on the head with that, but unfortunately, there are too few righteous people in your Gene Alliance with such awareness as you. Sit down, I agree with your words..."

Hearing Ding Huan’s words, the yellow-haired woman immediately nodded at Ding Huan, trying hard to control her inner emotional fluctuations, "Thank you, I actually admire you very much, Brother..."

"Bang!"

Before she could finish speaking, the yellow-haired woman felt a pain between her eyebrows, then a trace of blood flowed from her forehead, and her consciousness gradually left her body.

She stared at Ding Huan, with only three words in her heart: Why?

Didn't he say she had awareness and was a righteous person? How could he just fire his gun like that?

"Thump!" Her body couldn't sit down, but fell over instead.

The meeting room was silent.

No one dared to make any sound at this time.

They had seen plenty of Huaxia people, and they hadn't been dealing with them for just a day or two.

In their eyes, Huaxia people dislike killing the most and are gentle and humble. Even if bullied, they would endure their anger and reason with you.

Therefore, in the whole world, Huaxia is also known as a land of etiquette.

How is this Ding Huan an outlier today?

Not to mention reasoning, how is this killing method any different from a thug?

Seeing that no one was rambling anymore, Ding Huan hooked his finger at Gu Xian, who was lying in the corner, "You, come over."

Although Gu Xian didn't want to go over now, thinking of what Ding Huan had just done, this madman could do anything.

He could only crawl over slowly to Ding Huan, with blood still on the corner of his mouth; Gu Xian could only suppress his anger and pretend to smile, saying,

"Teacher Ding, we might really have a misunderstanding."

Ding Huan nodded, "That's right, there is indeed a misunderstanding. By the way, let me ask you a question: where is Teacher Geng?"

"Ah..."

Gu Xian gasped; it wasn't that he was pretending not to answer, but that he really didn't know where Geng Qianxing was now.

Geng Qianxing was the responsibility of Steve, the Director of the Gene Research Department; he didn't know.

"Looks like you don't know; you have no value." Ding Huan sighed.

Gu Xian’s heart tightened; just as he was about to beg for his life, he saw Ding Huan pick up a sprayer and spray it on his face.

"Teacher Ding..."

"This is an insecticide I made; let's test its effect first," Ding Huan said, placing the highly toxic genetic agent back on the table in front of him as if nothing had happened.