Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

She stood up from the ground, her neck still sore and swollen.

Pei Siyan was thinking about how to answer Si Ci Ling when Jiang Qing snatched the phone away from him.

"He's not leaving here. He's coming with me to the base."

Her voice at this moment was hoarse and rough like a man's. Her throat had not yet recovered after using the power of words.

Si Ci Ling fell silent again.

Fisk's arm also regained consciousness. Taking advantage of the moment when Pei Siyan's attention was focused on Jiang Qing, he suddenly grasped the barrel of the gun and lifted it up.

Pei Siyan immediately came to his senses and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A bullet grazed Fisk's shoulder and hit the concrete wall.

Seeing this, Jiang Qing quickly retreated to the corner. Si Ci Ling on the other side heard the noise and laughed very lightly, which was caught by Jiang Qing.

Pei Siyan and Fisk were engaged in a fight. Their attack styles were similar and they were evenly matched.

During the incident, Pei Siyan fired three shots in total, but only one shot hit Fisk's arm.

"Yan, you can't beat me."

Fisk communicated with Pei Siyan in English, but Pei Siyan remained silent, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Pei Siyan also had a similar fight with Fisk a few years ago.

Pei Siyan was fifteen years old that year, and his hair had turned silver-white due to the injection of the dark blue reagent.

Most of the melanin in his body was forcibly removed, and the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye that was so light that it was barely visible also disappeared.

His physique was transformed again in that experiment. When his physical indicators reached the critical point, Si Ci Ling sent him to the Marine Corps training ground.

At that time, Fisk was not yet a member of her institute, but a member of the Marine Corps who had not yet retired.

The army green team suit was stretched out by the tense muscles.

Facing Pei Siyan, who was so thin that he seemed to be broken by the wind, he frowned.

But Si Ci Ling told him that Pei Siyan possessed unpredictable power.

That was their first duel, a battle between the Marines and the experimental subjects.

Fisk won.

Pei Siyan was hit in the abdomen by his punch and immediately vomited blood and fell on the training ground.

"Fisk, if you kill him, you won't be able to pay for the institute's expenses."

Si Ci Ling always smiled when dealing with outsiders. She squatted down and helped up Pei Siyan, who was covered in wounds, and wiped the blood off him with a light yellow handkerchief.

This was the first time in eleven years since Si Ci Ling sent Pei Siyan to the laboratory that she touched him and cared for him like a mother.

Pei Siyan's lips moved, but no sound came out.

The next second, he heard Si Ci Ling speak again: "In the next few days, I'll trouble you to train him."

Those words echoed in Pei Siyan's ears countless times.

What to train for?

"Yan, remember, you are a monster. You are our most advanced work and the best killing weapon."

"Stand up. If you can't kill him, he will kill you."

"feast…"

The year at the training ground was the year when Pei Siyan was most sober and hated the most.

He enjoyed the clarity of being away from the research institute and no longer being an experimental subject, but he also hated that all this was arranged by Si Ci Ling.

He didn't know what Si Ci Ling wanted to do. The feeling of not being able to grasp anything almost drove him crazy.

The most despairing thing was that after going through the hail of bullets, he returned to the pure white laboratory again.

Pei Siyan tried more than once to smash the glass with all his strength, but every time was in vain.

Until he saw Fisk's deep blue eyes again, which were filled with sympathy, contempt and condescension.

Those eyes overlapped with Fisk's current one.

Pei Siyan loaded his pistol without even thinking, and the bullets grazed Fisk's body and penetrated into the wall.