She let Guei go to her office first, then walked to the sleeping Shi San. While petting Shi San’s head, she turned to Brian and said, "By the way, Brian, what did you want with my father?"
Brian hugged Susan into his arms and took out a Blood Fruit, "Open your mouth."
Susan didn’t hesitate and opened her mouth.
The smooth, jelly-like fruit flesh, the size of a fingernail cover, slipped down her throat easily.
Susan looked at Brian, puzzled as to why he only gave her so little.
A warm current flowed from inside her, eliciting a slight gasp from her.
Several seconds later.
Susan hugged Brian by the neck, amazed, "What kind of fruit is this?"
Ever since breaking through to First Rank Life, her appetite had significantly increased.
Nutrition bars were too unpleasant to eat.
And normal food required consuming a lot.
Susan had previously been distressed about this.
Unexpectedly, the fruit Brian introduced was so miraculous that just a little bit was enough to make her feel full.
"This is a Blood Fruit, a research result from my researchers below. You know, if this thing leaks out, I alone might not be able to keep it secure, so I was thinking of getting your father on board to cooperate..."
Brian briefly explained his idea.
Susan patted her chest, "No problem, right after work today, I’ll personally go and talk to my father about this, and you won’t need to worry about the raw materials."
"How about the shares?"
Susan, puzzled, asked, "What shares? No worries, Brian, when the time comes I’ll finance it, and you provide the technology, and this will be considered the joint property of the two of us. My father won’t object."
"Susan, you’re so great."
Brian pursed his lips and delivered a fervent kiss.
Having a wife who heads the household sure is great—this directly saved us the markup earned by intermediaries.
The scent had awoken Shi San, who watchfully observed as Brian stuffed the remaining fruit into his own mouth, could only lick the Crow Egg beneath him to curb his desire.
Brian was hugging Shi San, and Shi San was holding a Crow Egg; man, dog, and egg were sleeping sweetly.
Brian suddenly felt a shiver at his pubic area.
This was the premonition of Danger Perception!
Brian abruptly opened his eyes, his Five Senses dispersing.
Countless sounds, smells, sonar feedback... were sent to his mind.
Brian’s figure flashed as he drew the Small Tachi that had been modified, seriously looking up at the sky.
The entire apartment building trembled slightly.
Brian also heard Old Dean’s disgruntled voice, "Get to the rooftop!"
Brian: ...This is bad.
Old Dean had found out about his child being exposed and came to trouble him!
Steamy all over, Dean glared at Brian, who had just jumped up, "Kid, you’ve gone too far!"
Brian offered a sheepish smile, pretending to be dumb, "Mr. Dean, what’s the matter?"
Dean was amused and annoyed, "You’re playing dumb, huh? You..."
Brian held up one finger, "When Susan and I have a child, let’s adopt one with Susan’s last name!"
"Two!" Brian strained to hold up two fingers, "One boy and one girl!"
Old Dean should be quite wealthy; one child couldn’t inherit so much wealth. Two kids, half and half, should make it about right.
Dean was now somewhat overwhelmed by the sugar-coated bombardment.
His face was gloomy and uncertain, but he nodded, some internal conflict evident: "Alright, two, one boy and one girl, no less!"
"You and Susan should have kids sooner rather than later.
Try to do so before breaking through to Second Rank Life.
Your sperm is too active, making the probability of conceiving quite low.
If you reach my level, it’s almost impossible to breed.
That’s also why I only have one daughter, Susan.
Ah, it’s all because I was too excellent back then.
Although you’re a bit inferior to me, since you managed to earn the recognition of that old immortal Saint, it means you have a chance to reach our level."
Watching Old Dean show off in front of him, Brian rolled his eyes.
He tentatively asked, "Third Rank Life?"
Dean nodded, "I barely possess the combat ability of a Third Rank Life, but it’s a bit different from a normal Third Rank Life. As for the Saint, he truly is a Third Rank Life and was among the earliest to break through. Mutants naturally have an advantage in this regard."
Brian had previously guessed that Old Dean was very formidable, so he was not surprised.
He seized the chance and quickly recounted the bizarre scene he had encountered with the Saint that day.
It would be foolish not to consult when having such a backer.
Upon hearing Brian’s description, Dean’s face immediately darkened, "That old immortal is still so sinister!"
Brian had a bad feeling, "He ambushed me?"
"That old immortal Saint has an extremely strange Mutant Ability; he can transfer his consciousness to other life forms to move around, so almost no one knows where his actual body is. It’s also from him that everyone learned that there really is such a thing as Spiritual Consciousness.
The problem is, Spiritual Consciousness carries a strong personal imprint.
It’s similar to our sperm.
By planting a psychological suggestion in you, it’s like he left something on you...
You might not feel anything now, but your consciousness might have been tainted by his consciousness."
Old Dean had a way with analogies.
Now, he felt strangely uncomfortable inside.
He grimly asked, "Is it a big problem?"
Dean shook his head, "I don’t know much about this, but if it affects you, the most immediate reaction will be nightmares. The Saint is a Mutant, and his consciousness is heavily pollutive, so the impact on you would be quite noticeable."