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The mutated beast on the metal bed was convulsing as its blood continuously flowed from its head. A wound that looked fatal didn't kill it, nor did it make it lose consciousness. It struggled to raise its head and look at the man who was sneering coldly, and this action caused the blood to flow even faster.
"Zizizi ziziz zizi..."
"Shut up."
With a quick motion, Qi Yang grabbed a small knife from the metal tray and, without hesitation, stabbed it into the mutated beast's injured right arm, pinning it to the bed and preventing it from moving, only allowing the sharp, reflective knife to firmly fix it in place.
"If you cause any harm to my precious experimental material, can you bear the responsibility?" Ignoring the thing's cries beneath him, Qi Yang coldly looked at the assistant, who was sweating profusely and pale, "Lin Yong, you weren't saving me. You were just scared when you saw it rushing out and fired immediately. Now, I can tell you that the value of this thing far exceeds mine."
After a pause, as if remembering something, Qi Yang sneered, "No, far exceeds all of us here."
No one in the quiet room dared to speak, and everyone understood Qi Yang's meaning.
No matter how much he hurt and tortured this mutated beast, Qi Yang never killed it. He gradually increased the intensity of the experiments but always controlled his strength. However...
This assistant had recklessly nearly destroyed the experimental material!
"If we can uncover the secret of its powerful self-healing abilities, then we will have more assurance when facing mutated beasts, at least..."
All the assistants and researchers in the room didn't dare to make a sound while holding their breaths and lowering their heads, and obediently listening to the lecture. Qi Yang looked at their submissive expressions and simply swallowed the words he originally wanted to say,
And too lazy to waste another word on them.
He lowered his head and looked at the black mutated beast, now on the verge of death.
On its emaciated body, there were two wounds: one on its right arm, where he had pinned it to the bed with the small knife, and the other on its head, where the energy cannon had blasted a bloody hole. Clearly, the second wound was severe enough to make Qi Yang frown deeply and his face dark as water.
"Call Qin Chu." His voice while suppressing his anger, softly rang out.
The female assistant closest to Qi Yang was the first to react, trembling as she asked, "Ah?"
Qi Yang suddenly clenched his fist and turned to look at her, enunciating each word clearly: "I said, go call Qin Chu!"
Seeing the icy, murderous gaze in his eyes, the female assistant froze for a moment before hurriedly running out of the lab to fetch the person. Meanwhile, Qi Yang turned back and looked down at the still convulsing mutant beast. His eyes swept over the grotesque, disgusting scars and pustules covering its body, then he smirked, "If you dare die on me, be prepared to be dismembered into ten thousand pieces."
His tone was eerily calm, as if he were merely stating a simple fact.
"Zzz... zzz..."
The already faint sounds were now so quiet they were almost inaudible. Qi Yang focused intently and listened for a while, but still couldn't discern the meaning behind the noises.
Giving up, he reached out with an unusually good mood to touch the mutant beast he had dubbed the "disgusting bug."
His fingers gently... prodded the bleeding wound on its head. His pale fingers were instantly stained with red blood and blackened flesh, but Qi Yang found it amusing and continued pressing down.
"Zizizi zizizi..."
Ignoring the mutant beast's panicked gaze, Qi Yang finally withdrew his fingers after a long while. He brought them to his nose and sniffed lightly, then, catching everyone off guard, suddenly licked them.
"Hmm? Sweet?"
"Zizizi..."
The others in the room watched the scene in stunned silence, clearly accustomed to this man's twisted behavior.
Perhaps it was also startled by Qi Yang's bizarre and terrifying actions, because as the black mutant beast convulsed, its narrow, slit-like eyes widening as it seemed to struggle to say something: "Zizizi... zizizi..." The voice was even weaker now, barely audible.
Qi Yang raised an eyebrow. "Next time, don’t dare make a single 'zizizi' sound in front of me. If you want to talk to me, learn human speech first. If you ever 'zizizi' again, I’ll cut out your vocal cords, grind them into mince, and stuff them into..."
"Thud—"
His slender, frail body suddenly collapsed backward and fell to the ground before anyone could react.
"Major Qi!!!"
"Major Qi!!! What’s wrong!"
"Major Qi!"
.........
Everyone rushed to Qi Yang’s side to help him up, only to find that the man had already passed out completely.
A trickle of dark red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his already pale face now looked ashen and tinged with a deathly pallor.
"Major Qi!"
His emaciated body crumpled, and in that moment, no one cared whether this man was the terrifying figure known as the "little monster" or the "psychopath."
They frantically began searching for a solution with no mind left to spare for the mutant beast that had been deemed "more important than all of us combined."
What they didn’t notice was that the black mutant beast, now firmly pinned to the metal table by a small knife, was desperately shaking its body and straining to turn its eyes toward the bedside to see what had happened.
"Zizizi... zizizi... Yang..."
No one answered.