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Chapter 23 Global Live Broadcast: A Live Dissection Lesson from the Devil!

"treat?"

Gregory lay on the ground, the words drilling into his ears, making every hair on his body stand on end in fear.

He would rather Lin Fan smash his head with a single punch.

I don't want to hear that word from this person again.

These two words are more terrifying than the combined screams of all the evil spirits in the depths of hell.

"That's right, treatment."

Lin Fan squatted down.

His fingers stretched out and began to randomly poke around Gregorina's steel-like body.

"Hmm... 37% of the pectoralis major muscle is fibrotic, the biceps brachii has three old tears, and the rectus abdominis muscle has shown slight signs of dissolution due to excessive stimulation from medication..."

"Tsk tsk."

"Your body is a perfect example of what medicine should not be."

With each sentence Lin Fan spoke, he would lightly tap the corresponding muscle with his fingertip.

Gregory could clearly feel that the muscle that had been struck instantly lost all its power, died completely, and became a piece of rotten flesh hanging on the bone.

He twisted in terror, trying to dodge.

But he couldn't move at all.

Lin Fan's fingers possessed an inescapable magic; no matter how much he struggled, they always landed precisely on the next spot where he wanted to exert force.

"Don't move."

Lin Fan frowned, seemingly slightly displeased with the "patient's" lack of cooperation.

"A patient should act like a patient."

He reached out and gently pressed on the carotid artery on the side of Gregory's neck.

hum-

Gregory's brain exploded, his vision plunged into endless darkness, and all his consciousness was rapidly being pulled away.

Just before he was about to lose consciousness.

Lin Fan flicked his finger lightly again.

A cool breeze instantly filled his mind, forcibly pulling his scattered consciousness back.

He became incredibly lucid.

I was fully aware of how my body was being manipulated inch by inch by the other person.

I was acutely aware of the powerlessness and fear of being completely dominated, from body to soul.

This feeling is ten thousand times more intense than death!

"You devil...you're a devil!"

Gregory's mental defenses were finally shattered, and he let out a roar that was unlike anything in human form.

The breathing of tens of thousands of people in the entire stadium vanished into thin air.

Everyone froze on the spot, staring intently at the mind-blowing scene on the big screen.

A killing machine that is over two meters tall and weighs nearly 300 kilograms.

At this moment, however, he lay helplessly on the ground like a lamb that had been stripped of its wool.

He let the handsome young man point and comment on him.

This is no longer a duel.

This is a live dissection class that is being broadcast live to the entire world.

And that young man was the lecturer who held the invisible scalpel.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what we are seeing now... uh..."

The commentators broadcasting the live stream globally were completely speechless, their minds blank.

They searched their vocabulary but still couldn't describe the bizarre, terrifying, and somewhat absurd scene before them.

"War God Industries" secret base.

A group of executives in suits stared at the screen, their faces ashen, devoid of any color.

"What is he doing? What on earth is he doing?!"

"He...he seems to be analyzing the gene serum in Mr. Gregory's body!" A technician's voice trembled as he looked at the parts and order in which Lin Fan's fingers were pointing on the screen.

"Every click he made precisely targeted the neural nodes activated by the 'Rage' drug! He... he's reverse-engineering our core technology!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The formula for the 'Rage' potion is top secret! How could he possibly just look at it and tap it with his hand..."

That person didn't finish speaking.

On the screen, Lin Fan spoke again.

"Oh, I see."

Lin Fan's tone was like that of a child who had discovered some interesting building block structure.

"You used a thermophilic bacterium extracted from a deep-sea volcano as a catalyst for gene catalysis. That's a good idea, quite novel."

He nodded, seemingly in approval.

"Unfortunately, the technique was terrible."

"Thermophilic bacteria have too much energy, and you haven't found a way to neutralize its side effects, so you can only use another strong inhibitor to suppress it. This is like pressing the accelerator to the floor while simultaneously pressing the brake to the floor. The car may not fly off, but the engine and transmission are already on the verge of being scrapped."

Lin Fan raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the screen and across space, looking directly at the group of executives.

"Here's a suggestion for you."

"Next time, we can try using the pollen of the 'Snowline Ice Lotus' to neutralize the heat toxin of thermophilic bacteria."

"While it's not a great solution, at least it can upgrade your products from defective items that 'break down in three months' to counterfeit goods that 'can be used for three years'."

puff--

Upon hearing these words, the chief scientist of "War God Industries" coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell straight backward.

Finished!

All the executives had only one thought in their minds.

The other party not only cracked their core secrets.

They even casually offered an "improvement plan"!

This is not a matter of technological superiority.

This is the Creator instructing a primitive man who is still playing in the mud.

There's no need to look at the stock price anymore.

From this moment on, "War God Industries" was erased from this world.

In the center of the field.

Lin Fan seemed to have lost interest in this "teaching" session.

He stood up and patted his hands to remove non-existent dust.

"Alright, that concludes today's open class. You can ask any questions after class."

He glanced at Gregory on the ground, whose eyes were completely vacant, like a broken doll, and shook his head.

"Sigh, her mental fortitude is too weak. She broke down before even starting formal treatment."

"Young people these days, really..."

He turned around, shrugged at the referee who was already dumbfounded.

"He seems to have stopped moving, so I guess I won?"

"Can I leave work now?"

The referee's mouth was agape, his Adam's apple bobbing, and in the end, he could only nod mechanically and stiffly.

Won?

Is winning this simple?

You've practically extracted someone's soul, laid it on the ground, and ground it a hundred times with the sole of your shoe!

"That's good."

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave.

Just then.

Lying on the ground, Gregory used the last ounce of his remaining will to squeeze out a single sentence from his throat.

"Kill...kill me..."

He now only wants to die.

Being toyed with like an insect by such a being, his dignity, his faith, and everything he had collapsed and shattered in that brief moment.

For him, living was a torment more cruel than any hell.

Lin Fan stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and looked at Gregory.

For the first time, a hint of pity appeared in those calm, still eyes.

"Kill you? Why?"

"I...I am a warrior...I should...die...on the battlefield..." Gregory's voice was broken and weak.

"warrior?"

Lin Fan smiled and gently shook his head.

No, you are not.

"You're just a pathetic wretch, induced by drugs, who can't even control his own body."

"A true warrior's strength comes from absolute control over his own 'life,' not from relying on these crooked and evil external forces."

As Lin Fan spoke, he slowly squatted down.

"However, considering your thirst for knowledge..."

"I'll let you experience what true 'power' is before you die."

His fingertips.

A faint golden light shone again.