Chapter 147

"The Longevity Club is simply a company, a multinational group formed by powerful families taking the lead to rope in so-called 'Old Money' and the nouveau riche."

"Everyone contributes people or money, and all have but one goal: to crack the secret of immortality!"

"No matter how they quarrel outside or how fiercely they slaughter each other in the marketplace, they all share a common and revered 'dream of immortality.' Within this ideal, everyone's interests are aligned."

The Lin family patriarch said: "Any person, group, or organization that tries to stop them will face powerful sanctions and suppression from all sides."

"Overseas, wealth is equivalent to influence. The Longevity Club can even launch a small-scale war in certain regions just for the sake of a single spirit beast."

Lin Ying was stunned upon hearing this: "Is that necessary?"

"A certain substance can be extracted from the spirit beast's body. Just by injecting it into the human body, one can unconditionally slow down the rate of human aging. Furthermore, according to telomerase activity monitoring, it is equivalent to extending one's lifespan by ten years."

"The terrifying evil thoughts that a billionaire—who is frail and lying on a bed, living one day less each day—can conceive when driven mad by the prospect are things we normal people can hardly imagine."

"They have power, influence, and immense wealth, and an opportunity is placed right before them." The Lin family patriarch spoke with a sense of wonder, as if recalling something: "A 107-year-old ghost, after injecting the spirit beast extract, the first thing he did was find a strong, fit male model."

"As if he couldn't wait to devour the person, after finishing, he transferred nearly 700 million dollars from his trust fund directly to the Longevity Club in the name of charity."

The example the Lin family patriarch gave to Lin Ying might have seemed a bit crude.

But this incident happened not long ago.

The old hag, who had recovered to the age of eighty and just returned from the gates of hell, the first thing she did was vent her greedy desires and unite with other members to purge the rebels within her family.

She was going to die.

Her family descendants were setting up their own factions in various corporate departments to fight for the inheritance.

And after her return, having experienced the joy of youth, she swung the butcher's knife at her own descendants, reclaiming the power and wealth she had lost.

Her fashion empire did not need a successor, just as her will did not need anyone to continue it.

She would exist forever.

She would be the eternal fashion queen.

Once these evil ghosts who crawled back from hell confirmed they could achieve immortality, their original worldviews would undergo a earth-shattering change. Some families even started out relying on weapons manufacturing.

They can provide unlimited firepower support.

The only requirement is that any member, upon capturing a spirit beast, must also share some with them.

"Although I am a member here, I cannot know how long their tentacles are. Anyone who attempts to stop those evil guys will face retaliation." The Lin family patriarch said: "Over in the Xia Kingdom, no matter who asks you about the Longevity Club or internal information, you..."

However.

Just as the Lin family patriarch was about to speak, urging Lin Ying to pay attention to her own safety.

A booming sound interrupted his words.

"Lord Fuli—"

The shrill, roaring sound of a scream even reached the Lin family patriarch's ears through Lin Ying's phone.

Lin Ying and the Lin family patriarch were both stunned, the inhuman, fierce roar echoing in their minds.

"Ding-ding-ding—"

Urgent alarm bells rang out. The soldiers standing guard outside the room changed expressions drastically. Ignoring everything else, they slammed the door open and said:

"This is not any drill, nor is it a means for Director Yang to solicit investment. I reiterate, this is not any drill or investment solicitation. A spirit beast escape incident has occurred in the research institute. Please follow me to take refuge."

Lin Ying showed a look of astonishment, but she still quickly followed the soldier away.

On the way to the shelter, Lin Ying saw Director Chen Zhiyu and Director Yang, as well as other researchers who had accompanied them on the tour of the institute that morning.

It's just that.

There didn't seem to be much panic on these people's faces, as if they were somewhat used to it.

"Miss Lin, no need to worry too much. Our institute has the most perfect defense facilities. Perhaps it's just a spirit beast wanting to challenge the status of the overlord. It will be obedient after being beaten for a while."

Although Director Yang was also heading to the shelter, he spoke with a calm and composed expression, explaining to Lin Ying.

Spirit beast escape incidents, although not a common occurrence in the institute, still happen every once in a while. In most cases, the overlord in the institute takes action personally and slaps them away.

Then, everyone returns to their daily research.

However, everyone still strictly follows the procedures that should be followed.

After all, the physique of a spirit beast is no less than the impact of an engineering vehicle to a human.

"Lord Fuli—"

And that shrill roar did not stop. Director Yang suddenly felt something was strange.

"Do you have a fox spirit beast in your institute?" Lin Ying asked Director Yang.

"We do indeed, but that fennec fox was brought back from the zoo. Logically speaking, it shouldn't have the strength to challenge the overlord..." Director Yang already felt a vague sense of unease when he said this.

That shrill roar might not have been a warning issued by their institute's researchers.

"Boom—"

A deafening explosion echoed inside the guesthouse.

"That's the sound of a rocket launcher firing." The soldier escorting Director Yang to evacuate said subconsciously.

"Hiss—"

The painful, hissing sound of a snake flicking its tongue reached the inside of the guesthouse in the form of intermittent echoes.

"A snake? How is that possible? Did Jin Long lose?" Director Yang's expression changed suddenly. The overlord-level spirit beast sent by the higher-ups to guard the institute was a yellowish giant lizard from the desert. Because of its formidable strength, their researchers had to call it: Lord Jin Long.

That lord had never missed a beat; it cured the wild boar's mania in Shou Gou Jian with three punches.

With one tail flick, it dragged the Changle River crocodile back to reality from its overlord dream.

Now Lord Jin Long has lost?

"Lord Fuli!"

After a series of spirit beasts screamed and appeared one after another, that inhuman hiss sounded over the guesthouse.

A young man in a patient's gown fell from somewhere, crashing down onto the guesthouse. His bare feet smashed through the guesthouse floorboards, landing in front of the crowd heading to the shelter.

A large amount of rubble, steel bars, and cement dust fell to the ground with a "rustling" sound.

The person in the patient's gown stood on the ruins of the building, looking exceptionally excited. Even more bizarrely, the whites of his eyes were rainbow-colored.

He spread his arms, blocking the crowd, his eyes bulging as they moved, the circles of rainbow-colored whites looking like tree rings.

"Lord Fuli..."

The patient's gaze turned toward Lin Ying and Chen Zhiyu.

He seemed to smell some familiar scent on the two of them.

Back then, it was this scent that was releasing malice toward him unscrupulously, as if it wanted to kill him.

Lin Ying and Chen Zhiyu's expressions changed, as if they knew what the Lord Fuli in this guy's mouth was referring to.

"Lord Fuli! Lord Fuli!"

The patient leaped violently, his limbs stiffly crashing in front of the crowd, circling around in a frenzy as if looking for something, but he was very disappointed, having found nothing of what he wanted.

"Boom—"

That strange thing seemed to have no human common sense. When it left, it didn't choose to go through the door or break a window. Standing on the ground, it smashed through the roof with a headbutt, went up to the fifth floor, and then jumped out of the institute.

Amidst the dust, Lin Ying slowly looked at Director Yang.

Director Yang: "..."

So, can we still talk about investment? You all should have seen that thing; it was very fierce.

Lin Ying withdrew her gaze, looked in the direction the strange patient had left, and silently recited in her heart:

"Little Lord Fuli, you should have brought your phone, right?"

"That parasitized patient was clearly aiming for you, Lord Lord Fuli."

Lin Ying's murmur in her heart instantly turned into a wish that appeared in An Sheng's mind.

【Lord Lord Fuli】

(End of chapter)