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"So lucky? Or maybe, such a master's body might be more compatible than that of ordinary people." The supervisor rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

They had conducted tens of thousands of modification experiments over the years, using subjects acquired or kidnapped from around the world via the darknet.

But subjects who could successfully integrate the No. 10 modification serum on the first try were rare.

A case like Wang Longhu, where his heart rate remained unchanged, was truly one of a kind.

"Inject another 1000ml of the No. 10 modification serum." The supervisor paused for a moment and said with a burning gaze.

Upon hearing this, the researcher beside him was dumbfounded.

Previously, they would only inject a maximum of 300ml of the No. 10 modification serum, even for a Huajin Grandmaster.

Today, injecting Wang Longhu with 500ml was already an unprecedentedly large dose, and doing this to other test subjects could be potentially fatal.

Under normal circumstances, even if the No. 10 modification serum injection failed, the test subject would not die.

But every medicine has its poison; too much No. 10 modification serum would cause excessive adrenaline secretion in the test subject, leading to rapid heart rate, and eventually death due to cardiac arrest.

It's like a fuel car; if a four-cylinder engine runs at a speed of 300 miles continuously, it would explode.

"Supervisor, this isn't right. Didn't His Majesty say he couldn't let this test subject die? Moreover, due to the scarcity of mountain gorillas, the annual production of the No. 10 modification serum is only 3000ml. Consuming 1500ml on this one test subject is too costly." The researcher worriedly said.

But in the next second, unexpectedly, the supervisor slapped him across the face, angrily and arrogantly saying, "You questioning me? With what status? My rank here is the highest, so just do as I say."

The entire observation room fell silent instantly, as there was a severe hierarchical culture in Korea.

If someone is older than you, even by just three months, they can bully you at will.

In the workplace, this situation becomes even more common.

"Such an excellent and robust test subject is rare. If we succeed in modifying him, the success and benefits will surpass those of ten thousand ordinary people. Why save anything now? We must test this subject's limits." The supervisor stated, his gaze burning through the bulletproof glass of the observation room, staring at Wang Longhu encased in ice.

Soon, up to 1000ml of the No. 10 modification serum squeezed into Wang Longhu's veins under the force of a compression pump.

Thump, thump, thump!

It was as if a red-hot iron had been thrown into a pool. Wang Longhu's body began convulsing wildly, with his skin initially sprouting tiny red dots, like a rash.

But now it turned completely red in patches, akin to birthmarks, covering his entire body.

In less than a minute, Wang Longhu had turned into a blood-red figure.

At this moment, it felt as if countless nails were being driven into his body, stimulating every blood vessel and every inch of flesh.

Since practicing martial arts, Wang Longhu had never been in such agony, causing him to let out uncontrollable, wild roars.

Crack, crack, crack!

White cracks appeared on the ice surface, and the supervisor immediately shouted, "Maximize it! Increase the airflow to the maximum! Simultaneously begin extracting the test subject's blood, bone marrow, cerebrospinal fluid, oral mucosa, urine, sperm!"

In the few minutes following the injection of the modification serum, the test subject's body experiences its most intense reactions.

Collecting various body cells from the test subject during this phase provides the best materials for research.

Wang Longhu's body cells would become the White Lotus Society's top-tier cell material, obtained over hundreds of years.

It might even elevate the modification technology mastered by the White Lotus Society to the next level.

Numerous mechanical arms began to operate, using various needles to penetrate the ice, as if treating an animal, starting to pierce different parts of Wang Longhu's body.

...

One day later, outside the detention center.

Two shabby elderly men, one tall and one short, dressed as janitors, blankly stared at the iron gate.

They held buckets and mops in their hands, picking their noses while waiting quietly.

Soon, a document was passed through the window by the gate; a Red Lotus Team member stationed there warned, "This is your cleaning approval certificate. You must come out in 45 minutes, or you'll be treated as spies and shot on the spot."

"Oi, officer, understood." One of the elderly men took the certificate, nodding and bowing respectfully.

At the White Lotus Society headquarters, the highest authority belonged to the White Lotus Saint Emperor and his top officials.

They were followed by the Black Lotus Team and the Red Lotus Team, along with some ordinary martial artists forming the security department.

The lowest tier in the pyramid were the ordinary people doing menial jobs.

They were the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, captured by the White Lotus Society from the outside, unable to escape ever, forced to serve the society for life.

And these people, their lives were as cheap as ants; anyone could kill them without any consequence.

The gate slowly opened, and the two elderly men trudged inside to start cleaning the corridor.

"Miss, you shouldn't have come in here with me; it's far too risky. If you're discovered, Jiang Xuanhe will definitely not spare you."

The taller elderly man suddenly spoke very softly while mopping the floor.