What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

The laboratory is located in a remote location in Hanking.

Ever since entering the laboratory, Cheng Hao felt a sense of embarrassment, which was even worse than when he first met Zhang Chengquan.

Looking at the silent environment around him, Cheng Hao twisted unnaturally.

Zhang Chengquan drove the car, looked ahead, and asked, "Are you nervous?"

"No...no."

Cheng Hao was a little nervous at first, but when he turned around and saw Zhang Chengquan's face, he felt a lot more relieved.

The world's richest man, a great philanthropist who appears on TV every year, shouldn't do anything to me, right?

"It's okay if you don't. Just keep your mentality in perspective. You can't be my bodyguard in this state."

When Cheng Hao heard this, he immediately panicked. He thought Zhang Chengquan was going to fire him, so he immediately explained in a panic: "Mr. Zhang, I have never been in contact with a celebrity like you. Please give me some time, and I will definitely do it as soon as possible." Adjusted!"

"Well, just get used to it slowly."

In the empty yard, two commercial vehicles were parked.

These two cars were used by the staff before when they went out. Now those people are dead and the cars have been parked there for a long time.

Zhang Chengquan randomly found an empty seat and stopped the car.

"Come with me."

Seeing Zhang Chengquan push open the door and get out of the car, Cheng Hao hurriedly got out of the car and followed him, not daring to neglect at all.

Zhang Youzhi, who used to be on TV, seemed very kind and approachable.

After seeing the real person, Cheng Hao had an indescribable feeling. The "Zhang Youzhi" in front of him gave him a very eerie feeling.

The two walked through the first floor of the laboratory and came to the elevator leading to the basement.

The elevator door opened and Zhang Chengquan walked in with his hands behind his back.

Looking at Cheng Hao who had not moved outside the door, he asked: "Why don't you come in?"

Cheng Hao said nothing. The moment he stepped into the elevator, his heart started beating wildly.

"There is an old saying that says, take care of things as they come. Now that you are here, don't think about so many useless things."

"Thinking too much will not do you any good except increase anxiety." Zhang Chengquan looked forward with a smile on his face.

"That's what you said."

"Squeak~"

The door to the ladder opens.

What came into view were two strange men in white coats.

One had disheveled hair, an unkempt beard, and looked unkempt and dirty.

The other one was wearing a pair of glasses and had no expression on his face. He seemed a bit dazed, and his eyes were very hollow and numb.

Professor Jiang has always had a slovenly temperament, which may be part of his personality as a scientist.

Tian Kang, on the other hand, was depressed and almost stupid.

After staying in the laboratory for less than half a month, his worldview collapsed repeatedly.

During this time he learned several secrets.

The first secret: The Zhang Youzhi in front of you is not the real Zhang Youzhi, but Zhang Chengquan, Zhang Youzhi’s uncle, who is already a hundred years old this year.

The second secret: Zhang Chengquan is not a real human being. He is a cultivator with strange magic.

Tian Kang once tried to escape, but he ended up like Professor Jiang. Zhang Chengquan pressed him down and rubbed him in the toilet, which scared him so much that he almost peed his pants.

Ok……

In short, Tian Kang now lives like a walking corpse, being ordered to do his own job every day, without any human rights to speak of.

"Introduction, this is Professor Jiang and this is Professor Tian. You will interact with each other frequently in the future."

Cheng Hao nodded to the two of them and greeted them kindly: "Hello, professors."

"Hello." Tian Kang nodded, showing a stiff smile.

Professor Jiang glanced at him and said nothing, thinking that another unlucky guy had fallen into the trap.

Zhang Chengquan walked toward the innermost laboratory with his hands behind his back, and asked as he walked: "I heard from your experience that your fighting skills are very powerful, right?"

Cheng Hao stood there, scratched his head, and said modestly: "It's okay, I once won the provincial fighting championship, but then because of family reasons, I didn't participate in any competitions anymore."

"But there was a fighting competition held within our security company, and I won the championship."

"That's good." Zhang Chengquan stood in front of the door of the innermost laboratory, turned around and asked, "I will give you a chance to show yourself now, do you want it?"

Cheng Hao nodded vigorously: "I am willing to accept your test!"

Zhang Chengquan opened his mouth and opened the door of the laboratory.

Two heavy doors opened to both sides. Looking at the dark room, Zhang Chengquan greeted: "Come out."

"Swish..."

There was a sound of feet scraping against the ground, and a very thin young man wearing a hospital gown walked out of the darkness.

The young man looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, and his face was as pale as paper.

Coupled with the eye-catching hospital gown, at a cold glance, he looked like a living sick man.

Zhang Chengquan came to a table, bent down and took out a suitcase from under the table.

Open the box and reveal the red banknotes inside.

"There is one million in the box. You two are now having an unruled fighting match in front of me."

"Whoever can win this game, this million will be his."

The sick young man listened to Zhang Chengquan's words with no expression on his face. He seemed not interested in the money in the box.

On the other hand, Cheng Hao's eyes were a little straightened after seeing the one million.

In the security company, his basic salary is only four to five thousand yuan a month. To him, one million is as attractive as a star-level beauty standing in front of him.

at this moment.

All fear, anxiety, and embarrassment were forgotten by Cheng Hao.

Now he only has the one million real money in his eyes.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang! But..." Cheng Hao withdrew his greedy eyes, looked at the sick young man in front of him, and asked hesitantly: "Mr. Zhang, use your hands and feet, but if I hurt him... "

"Just try your best, you don't have to worry about the rest." Zhang Chengquan raised his wrist and looked at the time: "Whoever can knock the opponent down in three minutes will be the winner."

"let's start."

The words fell.

Cheng Hao, who was quite virtuous, bowed to the sick young man: "I'm sorry, brother, I've offended you!"

He took off his tights, revealing his solid muscles.

It's not the kind of big muscle that can be trained in the gym, but a very stylish muscle shape that looks very powerful and fast.

The sickly boy stood motionless, grinning and saying: "Hehehe... come on..."

Cheng Hao nodded and moved closer to the sick boy.

When he was less than one meter away from the sick boy, he still didn't move at all.

This can't help but make Cheng Hao feel a little annoyed.

He raised his arm and punched the sick boy in the face.

The sickly young man slowly raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.

Cheng Hao tried to withdraw his arm, but the sick boy's palm was like an iron pliers, holding him firmly.

Before Cheng Hao could react, the sick boy punched him in the stomach.

"puff!"

Cheng Hao spurted a mouthful of blood directly from his mouth, and his body slid softly to the ground like a puddle of mud...