She turned around and smiled at him, pushing against his forehead with her finger, "You’re all sweaty and stinky!"
Rong Shaoze narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone decidedly unfriendly, "Dare say I stink? Then let’s stink together."
He cheerfully rubbed his sweat-soaked face against hers, much to Lin Xinlan’s annoyance, causing her to scream incessantly.
"Cough, cough..." Tao Hua suddenly coughed, giving them a sidelong glance, sourly commenting, "Alright, we all know the two of you are sweet on each other, but you should still mind your image. After all, this is a public place. Aren’t you two embarrassed?"
Xu Yao said indifferently, "It doesn’t matter, they’re giving a free performance anyway."
Rong Shaoze and Lin Xinlan: "..."
These two people never knew when to hold back their words.
The door to the underground laboratory opened.
Yuan Ye was the first to walk in, followed by two assassins with sharp, cold eyes, each of them top-notch in their field.
A man in a white lab coat stepped forward, respectfully reporting to him, "Boss, the experiment has been a success."
A glint flashed in Yuan Ye’s eyes, and with a small curve of his lips, he said lightly, "Bring it to me to have a look."
Following that, a young man, wearing special patient attire and labeled with a ’1’ tag, looking to be under twenty years old, was brought forward.
Confronted with Yuan Ye’s cold gaze, the young man couldn’t help but shudder.
Yuan Ye’s mouth maintained its slight curve, his eyes sharp as those of a venomous snake, dangerously. In the terrified gaze of the number one young man, Yuan Ye suddenly struck like lightning, snapping his left arm with a crack.
The young man paused, but he didn’t scream out in pain; aside from terror, there was not a hint of suffering on his face.
His bone was broken, but he couldn’t feel any pain at all!
Yuan Ye smiled in satisfaction, "Good, continue with mass production."
To him, those used for experiments were not people, just tools.
The man in the white lab coat quickly nodded, "Yes."
Yuan Ye then asked, "How many of this batch have succeeded?"
"Twenty-five have, but five couldn’t withstand the drugs and died."
"Those who are useless deserve to die." Yuan Ye stated coldly, his tone devoid of warmth, causing everyone present to hold their breath and tread carefully, afraid to make a mistake in front of him.
He turned to an assassin behind him and said, "Arrange for their training; in three months, I want to see results."
"Yes!" The assassin nodded respectfully in response.
Three months was enough to train them into exceptional assassins.
Because they knew no pain, even if they were injured, their bodies would heal rapidly.
A person who doesn’t fear pain naturally has no reservations during training.
The potential of a human is limitless; under high-pressure training, even a child could become a formidable assassin.
Time flies, and before you know it, the hot summer days have arrived.
Xiaocong was also graduating from kindergarten.
Today was his graduation day. The kindergarten had organized an event where each child would perform a show on stage.
Lin Xinlan and Rong Shaoze sat among the other parents, applauding for a little girl who had just finished singing.
After the host praised the little girl, she announced with a smile, "Next, let’s welcome our next little friend, Rong Lincong, to bring us a wonderful magic performance. Please, a round of applause!"
Lin Xinlan and Rong Shaoze immediately clapped enthusiastically, both of their faces beaming with wide smiles.