Eagle Tower Building, St. Newman City, Office of the General Manager of the "Midnight" Arms Trading Agency Company.
A humanoid figure with no skin on his body and clearly visible muscles and tendons stood in front of Han Jinghu, his bloodshot eyes moving restlessly from side to side.
"I feel that my whole body is full of power." This skinless and unrecognizable humanoid uttered a low-pitched and middle-of-the-road speech.
"The cultivated body is far from being usable. Your current body is completely supported by advanced bionic organ parts. Don't be too outrageous to say it is full of power." Han Jinghu leaned on the boss's chair with a helpless expression.
The skinless human figure in front of him raised his "mouth" and smiled strangely, then suddenly disappeared out of thin air. When he reappeared the next second, he had moved elusively behind Han Jinghu.
"This is proof that I have regained my strength." He said and punched Han Jinghu in the back.
The backrest of the boss's chair was punched through by the red and white muscular fist, and then passed through Han Jinghu's body, but there was no blood on the ground except for the fragments of the chair.
Han Jinghu, whose lower body was atomized, turned his head back 360 degrees and said with a headache: "Master Zhuo, this chair is very expensive."
"When I kill Yu Zhesen and take the company back from my old man, will I still have money to worry about?" Zhuo Yifeng dismissed it.
Han Jinghu asked with a half-smile: "Have you not given up yet? It is unacceptable for you to admit that you are inferior to others? Then I am very curious, how do you explain your past failures to yourself?"
"As long as I'm not dead, it's not considered a failure." Zhuo Yifeng replied somewhat roguely, "I can fail countless times, but if he makes a mistake, he will be finished."
"You are wrong, Mr. Zhuo. Let's put it this way... when your soul was still in that iron box, you could have missed it countless times. After all, that iron box is in my office.
It's very safe. Remote control of the exoskeleton prosthetic is just like playing a game. But now that you have liberated this body in advance that has not been fully cultivated, it is equivalent to turning yourself into a flesh and blood body again. If you miss it, you will really lose it.
Saved." Han Jinghu said earnestly.
Zhuo Yifeng disagreed: "It's impossible for me to miss again after regaining my super-editing ability."
"Really? I'm pretty sure that Yu Zhesen is not afraid of your ability. In addition, the second half of what you just said is completely wrong. It's not like he will be dead if he makes a mistake." Han Jinghu spread his hands, "I doubt he can even be killed.
At least it can’t be killed once.”
"I will kill him as many times as he is resurrected. Super-editing does not require a process and will only produce the results I want."
Han Jinghu felt that there was really no need to reason with this stubborn donkey. Some people would turn around when they hit a wall. Zhuo Yifeng was one of the rare people who would rather hit himself to death.
"If you must go, let me give you some advice." Han Jinghu sighed, his tone a little regretful, as if he had foreseen that Zhuo Yifeng would leave and never come back.
"What advice?"
"If you really want to take revenge on him, why not start with the people around him." Han Jinghu intertwined the fingers of his hands and suggested viciously: "He once left you with nothing, so you should return it to him in equal measure, so that even if you don't have anything in the end,
If it can kill him, it will at least be enough to make his life worse than death."
Zhuo Yifeng snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "It suits your taste very well."
"You don't think you have good taste, do you? I want to laugh when I talk about the business you did on the paradise island." Han Jinghu mocked back unceremoniously, "Don't look down on each other if you are the same guy's defeated general.
Now, I really hope you can make some achievements."
"Give me the best weapon you can get."
"Or on credit? Who should I go to if you die?"
"I also have a secret account on the dark web. I can handle enough rose dinars and settle it in one go." Zhuo Yifeng hated his face as a businessman who refused to suffer losses.
Han Jinghu agreed to the deal, but he didn't really care about money.
Now his main focus is on trying to crack Tang Suguang's inheritance code. This arms brokerage company is just an outer packaging he uses to hide his identity.
The reason why the issue of checkout was raised was to stop Zhuo Yifeng from getting carried away.
Although Han Jinghu always thought that Zhuo Yifeng was a reckless man who didn't think anything, he still wanted to save this customer because they both had a grudge against Yu Zhesen. Unfortunately, as the old saying goes, good words can never persuade you to die.
The ghost.
Perhaps Zhuo Yifeng's fate was like this, to fearlessly challenge an enemy far more powerful than him and then be completely wiped out. In this case, Han Jinghu hoped that he could use his remaining energy before being killed.
"Take a look at this list." Han Jinghu waved his hand to the floating virtual screen and displayed a relationship diagram on it.
According to their close relationship with Yu Zhesen, the characters in the picture are gradually arranged from the center to the outside.
The three avatars closest to the center are An Zhitian, An He and Claire, but An He's avatar has become black and white.
Second only to these three people are Shen Yunqiu, Wu Xiaoming, Yu Qingxue and Chu Yuexi.
Further outside are various people who have interacted with Yu Zhesen. Among the higher rankings are colleagues from the Security Bureau represented by Sun Minghang.
"Why don't you include your brother and your former secretary?" Zhuo Yifeng looked around and found that Han Jinglong, Luo Meewu and others were not on this relationship chart.
"Those people are my targets." Han Jinghu said lightly, "You don't have to worry about them."
Zhuo Yifeng let out a creepy laugh, and then said: "To be honest, I have no interest in the people in this picture, but since you want to see blood flowing into a river, I can also fulfill your wish."
"My wish cannot be realized by you." Han Jinghu suddenly became a little pessimistic.
Zhuo Yifeng sneered: "Is it just the broken Rubik's Cube box?"
"You don't have to understand, but please remain in awe of advanced technical knowledge." Han Jinghu looked at him with sympathy, "Tang Suguang is the greatest creator of this era. He was once called the father of Iron Dome, but I would rather
Call him the God of the Iron Dome, even the reason why you can't defeat Yu Zhesen comes from him."
"Then where are they now?"
"I don't know. It seems that no one in this world has seen him. Rumor has it that he was disposed of by the Management Bureau."
Zhuo Yifeng smiled, as arrogant as ever: "Then he is nothing special, because I believe that God will not bleed, let alone die."
Before he finished speaking, he disappeared from Han Jinghu's office. In Han Jinghu's eyes, the door of the office was always closed.
"Of course God can bleed and die." Han Jinghu shook his head and said to himself, "But maybe all of this is also in his plan..."