The waste is going to strike back

Continue watching, until just now, the wooden firewood in the surveillance camera pierced through Press's foot and escaped from the big pit under Press's feet, causing Press to lose most of his defense ability, which surprised and astonished everyone who had been watching the surveillance camera.

Looking at Yan Shaohui and Mu Xin who were full of murderous intent, Dr. Yan felt that if he didn't show up, the test subjects he had cultivated with great effort would no longer exist.

Then the opening scene appeared.

Dr. Yan had taken off his white coat, and the white shirt underneath stood out in the eyes of a group of men in military uniforms.

Mu Xin subconsciously glanced at Dr. Yan and found that Dr. Yan was stopping the bleeding from Press's foot.

Compared with Xiahou Yunjie's cruelty and ruthlessness, Dr. Yan, who was famous in his previous life, did not seem to be like the medical madman he imagined, with distorted values, research first, and life as nothing.

Yan Shaohui almost got hurt after listening to Lu Yufan's explanation.

So he and Mu Xin's desperate fight with this guy named Press was just an experiment?!

"If something really happens to us, are you just going to sit in front of the surveillance screen and watch?" Yan Shaohui asked harshly.

Just now he really thought Mu Xin was going to die under Press's feet!

Lu Yufan was about to open his mouth to answer when a mature and powerful male voice appeared behind him.

"Of course not. If you are in danger, there is a remote control chip on Pres. I just need to press the button on the remote control and he will explode on the spot. You will be safe."

Lu Yufan stepped aside to make way for the newcomer, then straightened his back and saluted, "Hello, Commander."

"Ah."

Yan Longping appeared in front of Yan Shaohui and Mu Xin in a well-tailored black suit, which made him look not like he was over 50 years old at all. Instead, he looked very energetic and vibrant.

In addition, the Yan family has good genes, so Yan Longping was a handsome man when he was young. After the test of time, except for a few crow's feet, he is now full of maturity, sophistication and calmness.

Yan Shaohui nodded to Yan Longping, "Dad."

Yan Longping glanced at his son who was in a state of disgrace, and Mu Xin who was covered in blood beside him, and said to Lu Yufan, "Take them to wash up, eat, and rest for a while first."

Lu Yufan responded, and then took the two to wash up and eat. At this time, Dr. Yan walked to Yan Longping while wiping his hands with disinfectant tissues, "Commander, don't you want to know what the mysterious power in them is?"

Yan Longping glanced at Dr. Yan calmly and said, "You will know what you should know sooner or later. There is no rush."

Then he left with his personal soldiers.

Only Dr. Yan, Press, and technicians who were repairing the corridor and iron cage were left in the empty iron-walled corridor.

"Roar..." When will you give me something delicious to eat? Pres looked at his master with longing eyes.

Dr. Yan looked at Press and felt as if he saw an oversized dog squatting in front of him, wagging its tail and asking for food. He found it funny.

"Then you have to come back to the laboratory with me, that's where we can find it," said Dr. Yan.

After hearing this, Press became dispirited. He waved his hand and refused to go back to the laboratory with Dr. Yan.

In Price's eyes, that place was like hell. Going back would mean being tortured by injections. Instead of that, he would rather stay alone in the dark and play with ropes (chains).

Dr. Yan laughed, then patted Press's leg and consoled him, "I'll come to see you tomorrow and bring you something delicious to heal your wounds."

"Roar~"That's great!

After comforting Press, Dr. Yan walked out of the corridor.

He watched the monitor in front of the sofa freeze the picture when Mu Xin attacked Press. Mu Xin's face was cold, as if covered with a layer of frost. The sword in his hand was emitting black mist, which looked strangely beautiful.

"Even the way he holds the sword is exactly the same as Mu Lei's. They are indeed uncle and nephew."

Dr. Yan touched his chin, then left the room after saying a few words.