His movements were skillful and steady, like a veteran in the field. The azure liquid was drawn into the syringe, not a drop left behind. "You said just now that you work in the medical department." Fang Cheng said while drawing the liquid, as if making casual conversation: "Someone in medical, but now in charge of the intelligence department’s work." "Looks like the Noah Organization has undergone significant changes recently, lacking manpower." He pulled out the filled syringe, pointed the needle upwards, and a crystal drop emerged as he expelled the air bubbles. "You say, If you die here today, will the organization send someone smarter to replace you?" Fang Cheng held the syringe, step by step approaching Jia Liang. The soles of his shoes crunched lightly on the wood chips. Each step felt like it was treading directly on Jia Liang’s rapidly beating heart. Jia Liang’s gaze swept over the three corpses that exploded to death next to him. Their tragic end before death flashed in his mind, and his body couldn’t help but tremble violently. He shouted urgently, trying to reach out and stop him. "Let’s talk this over, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you!" "Just now... I collided with the wall, my head was dizzy, it’s really hard to remember things clearly." "Could you... let me think carefully, once my head clears up, I’ll tell you all the secrets of the organization!" Fang Cheng stopped in his tracks and smiled. Though wearing a mask, his smile was unseen. But those eyes, glowing with a red light, appeared especially ominous. Jia Liang swallowed hard. Fang Cheng then said: "Are you waiting for reinforcements?" His thoughts were exposed, and Jia Liang was momentarily at a loss for words. Fang Cheng stopped wasting words, moved forward, and grabbed one of his arms. Jia Liang struggled desperately, enduring pain, twisting his body. But that hand was like steel, the strength so great he could not resist. The cold needle pierced the skin instantly, entering the blood vessel. The mysterious azure liquid was mercilessly injected into his body. Jia Liang let out a scream of utmost terror. His heart filled with despair, never expecting that he would meet the same fate that had just befallen several experimental bodies. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovєlFіre.net In a moment’s time, he too was treated as prey, suffering the same destiny in the same manner. After the injection, Fang Cheng released his hand and stepped aside, observing silently. "You damn monster! Murderer!" Jia Liang knew there was no way out, so he cursed with all his might. "You’d better pray never to be discovered by the organization from now on, or you’ll die a hundred, a thousand times more miserably than me!" "Ha, do you think I’m just bluffing?" "You surely don’t know the terror of our Noah Organization, don’t think that being killed is the end of it." "At that time, we’ll meet again, because I’ll wait for you in Hell, to watch you torn apart again with my own eyes..." His curses became increasingly vile, his face distorted and twisted, yet his voice was full of undisguisable fear. Fang Cheng merely stood there, his gaze indifferent, as if observing a chemical reaction about to take place on an experimental sample. A few minutes later, the curses abruptly ceased. Replaced by even more piercing, inhuman screams. Jia Liang’s skin turned crimson, emitting steaming heat. Just like Black Bull and the rat before him, he was undergoing a terrifying mutation. Under the skin, muscles writhed and expanded like living creatures, soon tearing through his clothes and pants. The bones emitted a series of hair-raising cracks, as they broke, shifted, and attempted to reform. Jia Liang’s eyes turned completely red, rolling on the ground, howling. Just when he appeared unable to hold on any longer. From the street below, the faint sound of tires screeching could be heard. Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed, and he immediately stepped to the window, pulling open a gap in the curtain to look down. A white refrigerated truck was parked downstairs at that moment. Several men in blue work uniforms got out of the truck swiftly, opened the rear compartment, and pulled out a stretcher along with some cleaning tools. "The people from the Noah Organization are here?" Fang Cheng’s thoughts quickly turned as he glanced back at Jia Liang, who was still twisting and writhing in screams. Despite multiple fractures, he struggled to his feet, trembling. From the blood-soaked wounds, countless fleshy tendrils could be seen squirming, seemingly repairing the severely injured body. This senior cadre of the Noah Organization had already completely transformed into a nearly two-meter-tall monster with bulging muscles. He let out a beastly roar, his blood-red eyes glaring at Fang Cheng with the intent of revenge, wanting to tear the person before him into pieces. However, due to his severe injuries which hadn’t had time to heal, and his lack of adaptation to his new body, his movements were sluggish. Fang Cheng met his gaze, unafraid. His body slightly lowered, right fist drawn back to his waist, knuckles cracking loudly. The muscles of his shoulders, back, waist, and hips linked together seamlessly, forming a perfect conduit. Strength surged within him like a flood, constantly rushing through his body. A few seconds later, his foot stomped down hard, and his figure shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, appearing instantly in front of the monster. Without any fancy moves, just a simple and pure right straight punch. The fist tore through the air with a dull explosion sound, striking precisely at the monster’s head. With a sound like a bursting watermelon. The monster’s grotesque head exploded on impact. Scalding blood and brains, mixed with shards of bone, splattered backward in a fan shape. Instantly, they left a shocking red and white stain on the mottled wall. The headless corpse wobbled twice before collapsing heavily to the ground. Having smoothly dealt with the mutated Jia Liang, Fang Cheng didn’t hurry to leave. He picked up a relatively clean rag from the ground, walked to the corpse, and soaked it in the fresh blood flowing from the burst head. Then, he walked to the mottled wall and began to paint. He held the blood-soaked rag like a paintbrush. The warm, sticky blood was the perfect pigment. Fang Cheng’s arm moved quickly, the blood flowing and spreading across the wall from the cloth. In the blink of an eye, a rough outline of a figure emerged. At this moment, a hurried footstep echoed from the corridor. Clearly, a group of people was quickly approaching this way. Fang Cheng stepped back, looked satisfyingly at his work, still holding the bloodied rag. Then, he picked up the canvas bag from the ground, quickly packed up, and leapt out the window. His arms rose in the air, his sleeves fluttering like a falcon spreading its wings. In an instant, he vanished into the street shrouded in night. Almost the moment he left. The door, barely held by a few planks, was violently burst open. A group of men in blue work uniforms, carrying cleaning tools, stormed in. When they took in the scene inside the room, everyone froze in shock. The air was filled with a thick stench of blood, mixed with the nauseating smell of burnt protein. On the ground lay four corpses in various grotesque shapes. The entire room was in chaos, with bullet holes and impact cracks covering the walls. It was as though a small-scale war had taken place, with blood and fragments of human tissue scattered everywhere, as gruesome as a scene from Hell. "What... what is that?" Suddenly, someone shouted, pointing at the wall next to the window. Everyone turned to look at the sound. On that section of the wall, someone had painted a huge, horrifying picture using the victim’s blood. A face with extremely distorted features, the mouth curving upward in an exaggerated grin. It looked like a demon crawling out of Hell, savoring a feast of flesh and blood, now showing an utterly mocking smile to the intruders. The blood splattered across the wall formed its background, chilling anyone who glanced at it.