Chapter 171: 175.Chapter 175 Young people are not only impressive, but even more ruthless

175. Chapter 175 Young people are not only impressive, but even more ruthless! (Lower)

In the laboratory.

The four men looked at each other.

They looked at the four vials of antagonist and the formula on the operating table, some unable to believe it.

Yet they were inclined to believe.

This was a very contradictory psychology.

After being afflicted, they, including the head of the Potion R&D Group and the entire Potion Manufacturing Group next door, had indeed thought of self-rescue.

In fact, there was no clue at all.

They couldn't even figure out how they themselves had been afflicted, let alone develop an antidote.

Now, a young man bearing the title of "genius pharmacist," "claimed," solved this problem in less than an hour.

It was truly beyond belief!

It made the four men unable to help but suspect.

I'll do it!

The male member who was the most handsome, had the best physique, and the heaviest eye bags hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

He directly picked up a vial of antagonist, tipped his head back, and gulped it down.

Afraid that if he drank slowly he would change his mind.

He also didn't want to be so rash as to believe based on just a sentence or two on paper.

Really, this life is unbearable!

Every day they have to, not just one person, not just once.

It's three times per person, three times, three times three makes nine, that is nine times!

Even if he were extraordinarily talented, could he withstand such draining?

He was almost reduced to skin and bone, lacking any human appearance.

The antagonist vials shimmering with charming light on the operating table had an irresistible attraction for him.

So much so that he seemed to hear a voice whispering.

Give it a try.

What if it works?

What if?

This devilish voice whispered in his ear and echoed in his mind.

The male member's numb heart instantly came alive.

He would rather risk the possibility of drinking poison and dying than not touch that "what if".

Even if there is no "what if," and it's just a bottle of poison that kills him, it's still better than living like this in numbness.

The other three, seeing this, could not help be infected by this fearless spirit.

They exchanged glances, then all fixed their gaze on the brave one.

They hoped that what the brave one drank was truly the antagonist and would really work.

It could truly free them from the bondage of the "Spring" drug.

Then they would immediately follow suit.

Although this was a bit cowardly and not very glorious, it was safer.

The potion was gulped down in a few glugs.

As soon as it entered his stomach, there was a reaction.

A subtle, hardly perceptible spiritual power fluctuation emanated from the brave one.

The feeling of the three onlookers was like smelling a rotten egg, nauseating.

The brave one, however, felt a sense of relief, his spirit returning to clarity, feeling wonderful.

The person's entire vigor and spirit instantly changed.

Like a bird freed from a cage, he once again felt the beauty of freedom, beautiful freedom.

"It really works! He didn't deceive us!"

The brave one looked at the three even more cowardly companions who shared the same plight, gave his experience of taking it, and urged, "Hurry up and drink it, what are you hesitating for?"

Before his words even fell outside, Virginie's shouting came from outside.

"Are you dead in there? Four people can't stop one person, a bunch of good-for-nothings, what use are you? Still dragging your feet, hurry up and get out, old lady!"

This voice had extremely strong penetrative power and great intimidation.

The three cowardly men were still somewhat hesitant.

Being shouted at, they all threw caution to the wind.

Each picked up a vial of antagonist, tipped his head back, and poured it into his stomach.

Three fluctuations arose simultaneously.

Three caged birds successfully escaped.

The four men who had gained freedom exchanged a glance, tacitly each noted down the formula, then destroyed all evidence, before leaving the single room and returning to the living/office area.

Upon seeing the four, Virginie's anger flared up everywhere.

She glared, opened her mouth, and was about to unleash her superb verbal skills.

Who would have thought the brave one's courage had not yet faded; he immediately glared back and shouted angrily:

"Scoundrel! My grandfather I am now free, no longer afraid of you catching me on anything! If you dare to make a sound again, my grandfather I will kill you right now!"

The words were insufficient to vent the brave one's anger that had built up over a month.

On the contrary, the more he was scolded, the angrier Yongshi became.

His anger blazed, his blood boiled, and his emotions grew increasingly turbulent.

Yongshi couldn't help recalling the humiliation he had suffered these past days, his indignation reaching its peak.

He actually disregarded witchcraft virtues, didn't even greet, and went straight to attacking.

The witchcraft implement instantly unfolded, a first-ring attack witchcraft erupted, and was unleashed all at once.

In an instant, light flashed, water surged, and earth shook.

Various witchcraft effects appeared in an instant, surging toward the defenseless Weierrini.

The mighty momentum, unhidden killing intent, spread through everyone's hearts.

This is a genuine killing intent, seeking to reclaim a so-called "justice"!

Verilynn only had time to activate her innate witchcraft, unable to make any other timely response.

Among the several witchcraft techniques the warrior used, the innate witchcraft "Mountain-Crushing, Earth-Splitting" caused the highest damage.

Not only did it successfully bury Verilynn underground, it also caused damage to the building.

A tremendous boom sounded.

In just a blink, the living/office area of the potions R&D group collapsed just like that.

Smoke and dust flew everywhere, gray mist filled the air.

The huge sound reverberated throughout the entire potions department.

Fortunately, the experimental area had been reinforced with defenses, so it escaped harm.

It remained standing, though some facilities and equipment were affected by the vibration and fell to the ground.

Lin Ke, far away in the dormitory, also felt the tremor.

"Who's causing trouble?"

Soon, a deep, resonant voice echoed throughout the potions department, suppressing all movement.

The emergency measures deployed in the potions department were also urgently activated.

Everyone felt their mental power and magic power suppressed, making it hard to cast witchcraft.

"Magic-Sealing Barrier," a three-ring rune witchcraft formation!

One can enter but not leave; inside the barrier, no one can complete a spell unless they have specific permission.

The potions department head who had just arrived yesterday, Murphy the old man with only one ear intact and a face full of scars, was the only person within the barrier's range whose movement was not restricted.

He hovered in midair, exuding a heavy pressure and a stern aura.

His gaze locked firmly onto the collapsed living/working area of the potions R&D lab, his aura fully unleashed, as if he would kill at the slightest disagreement, he coldly shouted:

"Give you ten seconds, all of you fucking get out here for me!"

The three timid ones were the first to run out from the rolling smoke and dust, their faces showing panic.

They really didn't expect the warrior to be so brave.

Next came the warrior, head held high, without any regret.

He hadn't intended to be that brave; he wanted to endure a bit longer and see what happened.

Who knew that once his emotions surged, he couldn't hold back.

Just do it, why bother putting up with it?

Indeed, after burying Verilynn, his mood felt much better.

After a moment, Grace supported Verilynn, whose mouth corner was bloody, and they appeared in Old Murphy's sight.

Grace was just covered in dust, but she was fine.

Verilynn indeed suffered some injuries.

Though not serious, the insult was extremely strong.

The warrior actually used a light-system witchcraft technique, imprinting a character each on her left and right cheek.

Right "Bi" left "Chi". For a moment it couldn't be wiped off, so he could only keep his head lowered as much as possible.

Next came the disheveled head of the potions R&D group, and the radiant Hamus.

"Hmph!"

Old Murphy stared at the disheveled R&D group leader for a long time, not hiding his contempt, squeezing out a sound from his nose, his tone utterly scornful, he said:

"Look at yourself, what a mess, then look at your team—none of them presentable, really bringing honor to your family!"

The R&D group leader's already flushed face turned even redder, embarrassed.

He lowered his head, not daring to meet Old Murphy's gaze at all.

To bring shame upon the family is the greatest disgrace for his kind of spoiled noble who relies on family connections to become a full-fledged witch.

Especially losing over something like this.

From then on, he could never lift his head again.

"What's going on?"

Old Murphy grew ever more disappointed, then turned toward the culprit, the "Warrior," and said, "Give me an explanation."

The warrior had already gone all-in anyway.

Holding his head high, he didn't care about the many onlookers from the potions department's admin, material handling, potion brewing, storage and transport, etc., whether it would embarrass him further, and shouted loudly:

"I broke free from the 'spring' drug control of that bunch of scum—Hamus, Grace, and Verilynn—and when my emotions flared, I wanted to kill those scum who had squeezed me for a whole month, leaving me almost inhuman. I just couldn't hold back in time, the witchcraft's power was greater than expected, and I blew up the room."

Old Murphy's focus was not on the warrior being exploited, nor on him almost losing his human form.

He cared about how the warrior broke free of the control.

The frontline command is neither deaf, nor blind, nor foolish.

The rear potions department messing up this badly surely had been noticed long ago, and surely they had already sent people to investigate the cause.

The entire staff of the Potion Research Group and the Potion Refining Group had fallen for the hostile force's grinding needle scheme, been caught with evidence, and were listless—this matter had already been investigated thoroughly.

The reason they waited a month before sending Old Man Murphy was that the Paro wizard had few people he could trust.

The frontline medical department was busy treating the wounded and also had to produce the potions that should have been handled by the rear potion department; in the short term they simply couldn't spare any personnel to study how to break the grinding needle scheme.

After sizing up the potion department, Old Man Murphy made breaking the 'Spring' drug his top priority.

As long as this problem is solved, the potion department can operate normally and support the frontline medical department's work.

Old Man Murphy was just planning how to request manpower from the frontline command.

Suddenly this happened.

Suddenly they heard that the 'Spring' drug had been broken.

How could Old Man Murphy not be excited and not pay attention?

He fixed his gaze on the warrior's every reaction, and in a low voice asked, 'How did you get rid of it?'

The warrior directly explained: 'Today's new colleague, as soon as he arrived, developed an antagonist for the 'Spring' drug. He left a few vials of the finished product and the formula in the lab; we saw them, and then…'

'You just drank it?'

'Just drank it.'

'And then it was resolved?'

'And then it was resolved!'

A few short, quick exchanges convinced Old Man Murphy of the warrior's explanation.

He waved his hand, and there were a few clicking sounds.

Eight metal cages fell from the sky, locking up all three women and five men of the potion research group.

Among the onlooking crowd, several female staff members who witnessed this scene turned pale.

Before they could react, Old Man Murphy waved his hand again.

Nearly twenty metal cages fell like rain.

They imprisoned all members of the potion refining group, regardless of gender, as well as female staff from two other departments.

The hostile force, in order to disrupt the Paro wizard's campaign plans and battle rhythm, had sent eight carefully trained female spies to the rear potion department.

It was utterly insane, excessively perverse.

After doing all that, Old Man Murphy descended from the air and landed in front of Lin Ke, who was walking from the dormitory to the courtyard.

He sized Lin Ke up and down, then asked, 'How did you solve it?'

Lin Ke replied calmly, 'Just like that.'

Old Man Murphy asked again, 'Not difficult?'

Lin Ke answered again, 'Not difficult.'

After a moment's pause, Old Man Murphy suddenly burst out cursing:

'Damn it, are the frontline medical department all brain-dead idiots?'

'Such an easy problem to solve, yet they claim it's highly difficult, needing time, but they can't spare manpower right now, making me wait patiently.'

'Waiting for his mother's... fuck!'

'Uh...'

Lin Ke, hearing this, was instantly speechless.

He didn't even know there was more to it.

If his frank words ended up hurting the frontline medical staff's colleagues, that would be really bad.

But it really isn't difficult.

He had only activated 'multithreaded thinking' for twenty seconds.

'Alright, you have nothing more to do here; go rest. After I clean up, you can take charge of potion research again.'

Old Man Murphy waved his hand, signaling Lin Ke to return to the dormitory.

The following scenes will be overly graphic, unsuitable for children.

Lin Ke turned and left without hesitation.

Obviously, Old Man Murphy was acting on the Paro wizard's orders and knew the division of labor between them.

Then just wait for the potion department to be completely renewed.

But just as he returned to the dormitory, Lin Ke heard a scream.

The tone was quite familiar.

It was that Veiliani who claimed to know a great deal of resources.

It's unclear whether Old Man Murphy's interrogation stance or Veiliani's posture was more prevalent.

He fully activated the Brain Seal Technique, blocking out the rising and falling screams and wails from the courtyard.

Lin Ke leaned against the bed, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep.

From leaving this morning until now, he's either been on the road or doing experiments, without a break.

He's quite tired.

The potion department staff's ears are even more tired.

The screams and wails lasted for most of the day.

They were bound by the 'Magic-Sealing Barrier,' unable to use magic or magical tools, and could only endure having one scream after another blast into their ears.

They stubbornly endured this noise torment and psychological shock.

Nobody is a fool.

Everyone knows that Old Man Murphy's little show, performed in front of everyone, isn't an interrogation but direct torture and cruelty, meant to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys.

He warned everyone: don't cause trouble, and don't get dragged into it.

Otherwise, the outcome is just like this, miserable and helpless.

"Really ruthless!"

After a long while, someone let out a sigh.

"Yeah, Old Murphy is really ruthless!"

Another person chimed in agreement.

"I meant the newcomer assigned to the potion research group is really ruthless—right off the bat he took down both the potion research group and the potion refinement group in one go!"

"Put that way, it's indeed really ruthless!"

Even though the two lowered their voices on purpose, some people heard them crystal clear.

Thus, this remark spread, reaching the 'outside world,' and as expected, it got distorted.

Not long after, a rumor began circulating throughout the rear camp.

It is said that a newcomer named Linke Grand, upon arrival, went on a killing spree in the potions department, slaughtering everyone in the potion research group and the potion refinement group.

Such rumors are too fantastical; many people don't believe them.

But by the next day, the potion research group and potion refinement group of the potions department had indeed all disappeared.

Just thinking about it is terrifying!

In that case, one has to believe that rumor even if they don't want to.

Thus, the vast majority of people in the rear camp came to know a piece of news:

The newcomer Linke Grand is a murderous maniac.

Upon seeing him, people make a detour.

Don't provoke him!