Ding Huan had entered the top floor of the East Communication Gene Center Building without any obstruction.
Atop the East Communication Gene Center Building, Vice Alliance Leader Gu was hosting a large meeting, discussing the cultivation of the Thousand Strands Gene Technique and Basic Long Fist by three students from Yujiang University.
Everyone sitting in this conference room was a direct lineage member of the Genetic Alliance.
None of the words spoken here could possibly leak out.
In front of the conference room, there was also a huge electronic screen, which was currently displaying footage of Lv Zi battling a Martial Arts Robot.
"Steve, discuss the cultivation progress of the Thousand Strands Gene Technique and Basic Long Fist." Gu Xian was speaking, but his eyes were fixed on the live broadcast on the screen.
Honestly, he was immensely shocked. He was sure Lv Zi was at least a level-one gene cultivator with a profound foundation.
According to the information they had obtained, Ding Huan had only been training the three students from Yujiang University for three months.
In three months’ time, he had managed to train a student with no basis into a level-one gene cultivator.
Not just that, but their combat abilities were also terrifying.
That Martial Arts Robot was modeled after the combat capabilities of a level-one gene cultivator.
Perhaps when it came to practical combat skills, the Martial Arts Robot wasn’t even a match for a level-one gene cultivator.
Wasn’t it outrageous that Lv Zi, just a student who had been training for three months, could dominate a Martial Arts Robot in combat?
A tall, skinny man stood up and said, "Vice Alliance Leader Gu, I have obtained all the details on Basic Long Fist and Thousand Strands Gene Technique from Geng Qianxing..."
Hearing this, everyone perked up, all eyes on Steve.
Steve was the director of the Genetic Research Department of the Genetic Alliance. After they had brought in Geng Qianxing, they had no authority to interrogate him.
Only Steve had the qualification to interrogate Geng Qianxing.
Hearing that Steve had figured out why the three Yujiang University students had become powerful, how could they not be excited?
Three mediocre students had transformed within three months by relying on this method of cultivation.
Then what about them, who had already merged with Alien Genes and even had some foundation in Martial Arts? Would they not be able to progress even faster if they obtained this method of cultivation?
Even Gu Xian lit up with eagerness. Although he was the Vice Alliance Hierarch of the Genetic Alliance, his cultivation was far from those of the deans at Blue Star Academy.
Those deans were mostly third-level gene cultivators or Earth-level Martial Artists, while he, the Vice Alliance Hierarch of the Genetic Alliance, was still only a level-one gene cultivator.
He too was desperate for a technique that could greatly enhance his own strength.
However, Steve didn’t seem too excited, but instead spoke slowly, "It’s a pity that those methods are of no use to us. After I cultivated them, I made no progress, not just me, but also several geniuses of our Genetic Alliance cultivated with no result.
Then I interrogated Geng Qianxing, who revealed the secret.
It turns out Ding Huan had provided those three students with two types of Genetic Potions. Only by merging these two types of Genetic Potions were they able to cultivate the Thousand Strands Gene Technique and Basic Long Fist."
"Is there a method to produce these Genetic Potions?" Gu Xian immediately asked.
"No, the Genetic Potions were prepared by Ding Huan, and even Geng Qianxing doesn’t know how," Steve shook his head.
At that moment, on the giant screen, Lv Zi had incredibly tossed the Martial Arts Robot off the platform.
This action made everyone even more excited to acquire this method of cultivation.
"Vice Alliance Leader Gu, I suggest we intensify the search for Ding Huan..." a blonde-haired woman said, her tone barely hiding her intense desire for this method of cultivation.
"We agree to intensify the search, but we can’t rely solely on our Genetic Alliance. We also need to connect with the officials in Hua Xia and the Martial Arts Alliance.
After all, this place is in Hua Xia; relying only on our Genetic Alliance might not be enough," Steve was equally eager to capture Ding Huan promptly.
Compared to Basic Long Fist, Steve thought the Thousand Strands Gene Technique was the real deal.
His cultivation of the Thousand Strands Gene Technique wasn’t without some effect, it was a slight effect.
However, the effect was weak, and since he didn’t want to share this great thing with everyone just yet, he purposely concealed part of it.
If he mentioned that the Thousand Strands Gene Technique had some effect, everyone would probably demand the Thousand Strands Gene Technique from him, then who would bother chasing Ding Huan?
Another point was that he had obtained only the first three levels of the Thousand Strands Gene Technique, meaning that even if it was effective, he could only cultivate up to a third-level gene cultivator at most.
A shrill scream came from the livestream, and immediately the crowd began to riot...
"What’s happening?" Even Gu Xian stood up, seeing more and more people collapsing to their deaths on the big screen.
At this moment, Nong Yizhen from True Universe Academy stepped forward to speak, stabilizing the chaotic situation at Pu Hai Square.
"Is there a problem with the Genetic Potion? Is it Celu Genetic Potion?" Gu Xian’s voice trembled.
Which area had received the most Celu Genetic Potion? Naturally, it was their Genetic Alliance.
To increase the cohesion within the Genetic Alliance, when Celu Genetic Potion was first released, the Genetic Alliance had rewarded a large batch of Celu Genetic Potion to their lower-level staff.
Other people needed connections and had to wait for Celu Genetic Potion, but the Genetic Alliance naturally did not need to.
All they had to do was send someone to Baiyu Group, and dare Baiyu Group not give it?
"Uh..."
Suddenly, an executive in the conference room clutched his own throat, then blood began to flow from his orifices, and his facial features contorted.
The next moment, this executive of the Genetic Alliance fell dead to the ground, the whole event taking no more than ten seconds.
Like a chain reaction, after this executive fell dead, two more people successively collapsed.
Gu Xian’s lips trembled; if it really was a problem with the Celu Gene, then today, one-fifth of the people sitting here would soon meet their demise.
"I had thought it was your Genetic Alliance playing tricks, but now that I see your own are dead, I realize it’s someone else," a mocking voice came through,
followed by an herbalist with a backpack entering.
"Who are you? How did you get here?" Gu Xian was the first to react.
A burly man didn’t wait for Gu Xian to finish speaking and charged toward Ding Huan.
In the Genetic Alliance, barging into the conference room without permission was a capital offense.
Gu Xian was furious, too. Were the outside security guards eating shit?
Ding Huan didn’t even move; with a flash of white from the knife in his hand, the security burly man was cleaved in two.
"Who am I? I am naturally the Ding Huan you’re looking to apprehend," Ding Huan said as he suddenly threw his knife.
"Pfft!" The knife passed through the throat of one attendee, who fell to the ground as his gun slid away.
Ding Huan walked over, picked up the gun, then pulled out the knife and said casually, "Anyone else moves for their gun, and they’re next."
After saying this, he swiftly twirled his knife in the air.
Someone always felt like Ding Huan couldn’t see every corner, so another person covertly tried to draw their gun.
"Bang!" This time Ding Huan didn’t use a knife, just raised his gun and fired.
The man trying to draw his gun had a blood mark appear between his eyebrows, and as blood flowed out, he too fell down dead.
"Why bother? I know how to use a gun too," Ding Huan then spun the gun in his hand and walked up to Gu Xian.
"Mr. Ding…" Gu Xian, looking at the gun in Ding Huan’s hand, spoke in a somewhat disjointed tone.
It was one thing to talk tough about apprehending Ding Huan for the sake of humanity; it was quite another when his own life was on the line.
"Move it." Ding Huan lifted his foot and kicked Gu Xian, sending him flying.
Then, he calmly took a seat in the chair that Gu Xian had just vacated, placing the gun on the table in front of him.
"Where have your masters gone?" Ding Huan scanned the meeting room and then asked leisurely.
He was also quite perplexed; the strongest here seemed to be only a Third-level gene cultivator. The highest among Martial Cultivators was merely a Martial Artist with Inner Strength; there wasn’t even one at the Earth-level.
Isn’t it said that the Genetic Alliance has Fifth-level gene cultivators and even Innate Martial Artists?
Gu Xian, trembling and not daring to wipe the blood from his mouth, said,
"Mr. Ding, the strong members of the Genetic Alliance have gone on a mission under the direction of the Alliance Hierarch. They will be back soon. We can discuss everything calmly. The small conflict earlier doesn’t mean anything."
"Yes, Brother Ding. If there has been any misunderstanding between you and our Genetic Alliance, we could sit down and talk it over.
With Genetic Beasts rampant on Earth and human survival at such risk, internal fighting is just a waste of our strength," the blonde-haired woman who had earlier recommended increasing the bounty on Ding Huan volunteered earnestly.
She even stood up, seemingly not caring about Ding Huan possibly shooting.
Ding Huan smiled, "Your words resonate with me, too bad there are too few righteous people like you in the Genetic Alliance. Please have a seat, I agree with you…"
After hearing Ding Huan’s words, the blonde-haired woman immediately nodded at him, trying to control her emotions, "Thank you, I really admire you, Brother…"
"Bang!"
Before she could finish her statement, the blonde-haired woman felt a pain in her brow, and then a trail of blood streamed down from there as her consciousness gradually left her body.
She stared at Ding Huan, wondering only one thing: why?
Wasn’t she counted among the enlightened and righteous? How could he shoot so suddenly?
"Thud!" Her body couldn’t sit down, instead, it fell over.
The meeting room went dead silent.
No one dared make a sound at that moment.
The people from Hua Xia had seen a lot and had been dealing with them not for just a day or two.
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In their eyes, people from Hua Xia disliked killing and were moderate and humble. Even if bullied, they would still endure the anger and talk reasonably.
Thus, throughout the world, Hua Xia was known as a land of rituals.
But why was Ding Huan such an anomaly today?
To say nothing of talking reasonably, how was his method of slaughtering any different from a thug’s?
Seeing that no one else was chattering, Ding Huan hooked his finger at Gu Xian, who was by the wall corner, "You, come here."
Although Gu Xian really didn’t want to approach right now, recalling what Ding Huan had just done, this madman was capable of anything.
He could only slowly get up, moving to Ding Huan, the blood still dripping from his mouth, and Gu Xian had to suppress his anger while feigning a smile,
"Mr. Ding, we really might have had a misunderstanding."
Ding Huan nodded, "Indeed, there has been a misunderstanding. By the way, let me ask you one question, where is Mr. Geng?"
"Ah…"
Gu Xian gasped, not pretending not to answer but actually not knowing where Geng Qianxing was.
Geng Qianxing was under the charge of Steve, head of the Genetic Research Department; he didn’t know.
"It seems like you don’t know, then you are of no value," Ding Huan sighed.
As Gu Xian’s heart tightened and he was about to plead for his life, he saw Ding Huan pick up a sprayer and spray it onto his face.
"Mr. Ding…"
"This is an insecticide I made, just trying it out," Ding Huan nonchalantly set the highly toxic genetic potion back on the table in front of him.