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In the dim and damp basement, the dull sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor could be faintly heard.

The clanging of chains echoed in the silent basement, like the unwilling roar of a wild beast about to break free.

A man knelt on the ground, with two huge iron nails driven into his collarbone. The slightest movement could tear open the already bloody wound, bringing excruciating pain.

Because of the torture he had endured, cold sweat had already beaded on his forehead, the sweat mixed with tears, falling onto the blood-stained ground.

He looked up and revealed an extremely familiar face—it was the very person who had shared a passionate encounter with Susan.

His eyes held a pleading look, along with a fear of the unknown, as he gazed at the man before him.

Jing Song looked down at the man, her tone indifferent: "Do you know why I locked you up here?"

The man shook his head desperately, trying his best to show his loyalty.

Jing Song turned his head and looked at the man hidden in the darkness with a playful expression, his tone light: "These are your men."

He Yu chuckled, half his face hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see his expression; only a cruel smile played at the corners of his lips.

The man kneeling on the ground trembled instantly upon seeing He Yu. Ignoring the wound on his back, he prostrated himself on the ground and said, "Your Highness."

He Yu did not respond to his bow, but slowly walked behind him and touched his back with his cool fingers.

"You are loyal enough, but unfortunately you are too flamboyant and too stupid. You were marked and you didn't even know it."

The man trembled even more violently. He dared not look up, but simply lowered his body as much as possible: "I... I don't know what you're talking about."

He Yu chuckled, his right hand transforming into a sharp blade, mercilessly slicing off a piece of flesh from the man's lower back.

Ignoring the man's pitiful screams that filled the entire basement, He Yu weighed the bloody chunk of flesh in his hand and displayed the skin-on side to the man:

"Look here."

On that piece of leather, a small water droplet pattern was flickering.

He Yu looked at the water droplet pattern, smiled, and said to Jing Song in a gentle tone, "Take care of him."

After saying that, he tossed the lump of meat to Jing Song, then turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.

Jing Song carefully inhaled the scent of the leather, his slender tongue licking it back and forth.

Although the aura was faint, how could he not recognize it?

He turned and ordered the man in black standing behind him: "Take care of him, then send someone to find out the location of the Guixu Spirit Shark."

For some reason, the image of Feng Qingyue suddenly flashed through his mind, and he said, "At the same time, send people to find out where that Feng Qingyue is."

Inside the dormitory, Feng Qingyue opened her beautiful light blue eyes.

She leaned quietly against the window, her breath condensing on the glass and blurring her vision.

Jing Song, He Yu...

So you decided to come and investigate me? Pretty clever.

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Inside the botanical research institute, Susan looked down at the gloomy, handsome man before her. As usual, she opened the bottle containing black pine oil, and instantly, the pungent smell filled the entire area where the exotic plants were imprisoned.

The alien plants' eyes revealed a deep sense of helplessness: acting every day is really tiring.

Susan watched with satisfaction as the strange plants convulsed and wailed on the ground, her eyes filled with deep contempt for them.

She squatted down in front of Wanyu triumphantly, lifting his chin with her slender fingers: "So what if it's an SSS-level alien beast? I still crushed it under my feet."

Anger and murderous intent flashed in Wan Yu's narrow eyes. Susan seemed to be hurt by this look. She lost her composure, picked up a scalpel from the operating table, and plunged it into Wan Yu's shoulder.

Wan Yu let out a muffled groan, and in an extremely morbid manner, he gripped Susan's hand again, pressing the knife even deeper:

"Those who do many unrighteous deeds will surely perish; you should take heed of this."

Susan shuddered for a moment from the cold touch, then abruptly pulled her hand back and drew the knife.

Just last night, her contact with that man suddenly stopped. A high-ranking person came to tell her that the man had been executed for incompetence.

What was she supposed to do?! How was she supposed to survive in this Federation with zero tolerance for the Zerg?!

"Sister Su, what happened? What did you do?!"

The lab technician's voice brought Susan back to reality.

He looked at Susan with a horrified expression, then pointed at the struggling alien plants: "What did you do to them?!"

Susan looked at the person who barged in, and the violent killing intent in her eyes instantly materialized. She hid the knife in her hand and said gently to the lab technician:

"Don't be afraid. Since we need the raw materials from those beasts, we need to use some special methods to obtain them."

As Susan approached him, the lab technician recoiled in fear, stammering, "Federal law forbids us from mistreating experimental subjects, Susan, you, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he turned to flee, but he was unsuccessful.

In his final moments, he watched in shock as the usually gentle and understanding Sister Su took a knife and coldly and cruelly plunged it into his neck.

Susan went berserk, stabbing the lifeless man in front of her with a knife until the blood stained her lab coat and flowed onto the ground. Only then did she seem to suddenly wake up and drop the knife.

She trembled uncontrollably as she looked at her hands, which were covered in blood.

She seemed to want to press the button on the personal terminal to seek help from others, but her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't locate the button she wanted.

Sobs escaped her throat as she trembled and began to destroy the evidence.

She took out her privilege card and tried inserting it into the card slot several times until it finally went in. She breathed a long sigh of relief and began deleting the surveillance footage.

Then she closed the door to the area where the alien plants were being held and began cleaning up the bloodstains that had been splattered on the floor using a special blood-sucking material.

The bloodstains were completely cleaned up, and Susan stared at the gruesome corpse, lost in thought.

The sudden disappearance of a lab technician is a major incident that definitely needs to be thoroughly investigated, and the investigation might eventually lead back to her. The most sensible approach at this point is to shift the blame and find a scapegoat.

She looked at the corpse carefully and then recognized it as the boy whose fingers Feng Qingyue had broken.

Thinking of his daily conflicts with Feng Qingyue, a calculating glint flashed in Susan's eyes.

As long as she can pretend that Feng Qingyue did it, she can get away with it.

When that time comes, if someone is killed, let's see what Teacher Chenyu will use to protect her.

Wearing gloves, Susan washed herself from head to toe with a special biological trace cleaner to ensure she was completely clean. Then, she laboriously carried the corpse to a cabinet in the alien plant holding area, stuffed the body inside, and then went back as if nothing had happened.

On her way back, she glanced at Feng Qingyue and saw her comfortably hugging a large plush toy, curled up in her seat watching a TV series. A smug smile crept onto her lips.

This kind of naive and innocent girl is the easiest to fool.

After mentally listening to the cacophony of Wanyu and the other exotic plants, Feng Qingyue gave Susan a deep look.

That's pretty ruthless.